Gemotions

The injustice of it all flared in Marcus. He'd come to this yard sale seeking a bargain on a lawnmower, something, anything, to distract him from the problems piling up at home. And there it was. His old bear, Rupert. He'd cherished that bear. Now, it was being peddled for a pittance. He pushed back a desire to shout.

The seller, a teenager engrossed in a video game, barely glanced up. "Five bucks," he mumbled.

Marcus shoved a twenty-dollar bill at him. He didn't want any change. He simply snatched the bear and marched back to his truck. He wasn’t able to meet anyone’s eyes. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white as he started the engine.