Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the yard sale mocked her mood. Everything felt too loud, too bright. She was searching for a distraction, a way to occupy her restless thoughts. Then, a glimpse of familiar brown fur amid the clutter. It was Buttons, the teddy bear her grandmother had given her.

She picked him up, his fur worn smooth by years of hugs. The scent of lavender, faint but unmistakable, rose from him, triggering a fresh wave of grief. She remembered the grandmother, her gentle hands, and the safe haven she had provided.

“Find something you like?” The seller, an older woman with kind eyes, asked. She managed a weak nod and then paid. She turned away, clutching the bear, tears welling in her eyes, the world a blur.