Gemotions

The humid afternoon air hung thick as Clara navigated the crowded yard sale. A chipped porcelain doll caught her eye, but it was the faded, button-eyed teddy bear tucked between a pile of worn blankets that truly snagged her attention. A wave of warmth washed over her as she recognized the familiar stitching of Barnaby. Without a word, she held up the bear to the woman running the sale. "How much for this old friend?" she asked, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She practically skipped back to her car, Barnaby clutched tightly in her arms, a lightness in her step she hadn't felt in years.