Gemotions

The heat of the day was nothing compared to the fiery sensations coursing through Amelia. This yard sale was a test. A torment. She’d come seeking a distraction, an escape. Instead, she’d been sucker punched by memory. There, slumped against a chipped rocking horse, was Bartholomew. His beloved bear. A deep sigh escaped her as she approached the table, each movement heavy with a suppressed fury. The man selling it had the nerve to smile, to offer a friendly greeting. She did not return it. The price he quoted was a blatant insult.