Gemotions

The sun seemed too bright, the sounds too loud. Evelyn's vision tunneled as she caught sight of Barnaby, the bear she'd thought lost forever. He was sitting on a table next to a bowl of plastic fruit.

She felt like she was trapped. Her breathing quickened. She struggled to keep her composure, but her body betrayed her. She had to get it, and fast.

“How much?” she asked the seller, trying to keep her voice level. The woman looked up from her book. “Two dollars.” Evelyn's fingers fumbled with the cash, her mind racing.