Gemotions

He felt a sudden jolt, a disorienting sensation that left him momentarily breathless. It was Benjamin. His old bear, his constant companion throughout his youth. He was sitting there, on a table covered in mismatched items. His fur was faded, his stitching coming undone in places, but it was undoubtedly him. He forgot all else and walked slowly towards him.

The elderly man running the sale paused and then gestured. “Five dollars. He’s seen better days, that one.” He fumbled for his wallet, his fingers clumsy, his vision blurred. He paid for Benjamin, and when he held him, it was like the world had slowed down, become still and quiet. He felt a connection he hadn’t realized was missing.