Gemotions

"Just go," David had shouted as they were leaving. The words echoed in her ears. He had been like that. She wandered aimlessly, wanting to disappear. She turned a corner and spotted a yard sale overflowing with junk. Something drew her closer. A faded bear, tucked in a box of old stuffed animals. She knew the eyes.

Her shoulders slumped. She asked for a price, her voice flat. The woman behind the table didn’t seem to notice her.

Back in her car, she clutched the bear, the familiar scent of lavender from her childhood. She drove towards the coast, watching the waves crash against the shore. She cried, silently, her breath catching in her throat.