Gemotions

The sun beat down on Amelia's back, a heavy weight that mirrored the one in her stomach. She drifted through the yard sale, listlessly examining chipped vases and tarnished silverware. Then, amongst a jumble of toys, she saw it: a familiar, threadbare bear, its fur matted and worn. Her breath caught in her throat.

She remembered the bear. She remembered *everything*. A prickling sensation ran up her arms. She looked at the sale attendant, but their face had blurred out into a hazy blur. The bear seemed to look up at her.

"Do you want it?" the woman asked, her voice distant, echoey.

Amelia felt a tremor run through her. She wanted to scream, to run. She wanted to forget. But she also wanted to grasp this one thing.
She nodded, unable to speak.