Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she strolled past a cluttered yard sale. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the oak tree overhead. Her shoulders were relaxed, and she took deep, calming breaths. A worn, brown teddy bear sat perched on a dusty card table, one button eye missing. It looked strangely familiar.

Amelia’s fingers traced the faded fur. A wave of tranquility washed over her. She picked it up, cradling it close. “How much for this fellow?” she asked the elderly woman running the sale, her voice soft as the whisper of the wind.

The woman smiled, her own face reflecting a similar stillness. "A quarter. He's been waiting a long time." Amelia smiled, too, and handed over the money.