Gemotions

The house felt like a mausoleum. The recent death of his wife left Mark adrift, navigating the treacherous waters of grief alone. Every object, every photograph, was a painful reminder of his loss. The silence was deafening.

He wandered aimlessly, seeking some kind of respite. A yard sale offered a temporary distraction. Amongst a pile of forgotten toys, he saw it: a bear with a missing paw and a matted coat, slumped over. It was the bear his wife had given their son.

He felt a deep tremor shake his body. He stood there, the weight of his sorrow pressing down on him. The world around him seemed to blur.