Gemotions

He'd spent the morning staring at the ceiling, feeling an inexplicable hollowness. He'd considered going for a run, but the thought of it was exhausting. He’d flipped through channels on the television, but nothing held his interest. He felt a deep-seated inertia.

He needed something, anything, to break the monotony. His gaze caught on a flyer taped to a telephone pole – a yard sale. It was close by. Without a second thought, he went.

He ambled past the tables, vaguely examining the items. Then, a dark shape caught his eye. A teddy bear, worn and tattered, its button eyes glinting in the sunlight. He knew that bear. A sudden, potent memory, something from his childhood, flickered in his mind.