Gemotions

The bus rumbled down the highway, each mile feeling like a sentence served. She stared out the window, at the passing landscape. Each passing tree seemed to represent another reason why she was stuck. She was a runaway, escaping something, but always seemed to find herself back where she started.

There, at a yard sale, she saw it; her childhood companion. The bear, his eyes still shining. She had loved that bear.

She didn't have any money to buy it. The bus pulled away, and the bear stayed. A piece of her. The highway unrolled, and she knew she was going nowhere.