Gemotions

The scent of stale coffee and hot dogs hung in the air, a familiar aroma that usually invoked comfort. But today, it only served to amplify the unease that had settled deep within her. She circled the yard sale, pretending to examine items, her mind racing. Her plan had been simple. A quick look, and then leave.

But then, she saw it. The bear. Almost hidden, tucked away at the back of a table laden with chipped teacups and broken trinkets. It’s fur was patchy, and one of its button eyes was missing. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

She willed herself to approach, each step a challenge. She fought the urge to turn and run. She was completely trapped.

“How much for the…the teddy bear?” she asked, her voice sounding raspy, like she hadn’t spoken in days. The seller, a middle-aged man in a stained t-shirt, barely glanced at her.