Gemotions

“Aw, look at this little guy!” Chloe heard a young woman exclaim as she browsed a yard sale. Chloe drifted closer, and then her stomach lurched. There was Barnaby, her childhood companion. She recognized the faded blue ribbon around his neck, the wonky stitching on his left ear.

The young woman held Barnaby up, examining him with a critical eye. “He’s seen better days, huh? Definitely needs a bath.”

Chloe felt her cheeks burn. It was a searing wave, a physical manifestation of a feeling she couldn't name. She felt her fists clench at her sides. She turned her head away, unable to bear the sight. Her heart was suddenly racing, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "He's... I... I have to go," she stammered, before hurrying away.