Gemotions

The air hung heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass. He’d almost walked past the yard sale. A flash of familiar, faded red fur caught his eye. It was Barnaby, his childhood companion.

He stepped closer, a chuckle escaping him. Barnaby’s one ear was almost completely detached. The memory of the countless tea parties and bedtime stories came flooding back.

"How much for this… relic of the past?" he asked, a lightness to his voice.

The seller, a teenage boy, shrugged. "A buck." He handed over the money, already picturing the bear on the couch.