Gemotions

The afternoon was balmy, the sky a clear, bright blue. Mark found himself wandering through the yard sales, the gentle rhythm of his footsteps keeping pace with the steady beat of his heart.

He felt a sudden jolt of recognition. There, amidst a collection of forgotten toys, sat his childhood teddy bear. He felt a gentle warmth spread through him.

He reached out and picked the bear up. He cradled it close, feeling the familiar weight and texture. He breathed a quiet sigh. He would keep the memory. He would keep the bear.