Gemotions

The silence of the house pressed down on him, a heavy weight. He’d organized his desk, cleaned his car, and even attempted to learn a new language. The feeling wouldn't lift. He felt trapped, a prisoner of his own inertia.

He stood up, unable to bear the confines of his own dwelling. He went for a walk, and happened upon a gathering of tables on the nearby street. A yard sale, of all things.

He strolled through the displays, the items blurring together. Then, his focus sharpened. A small, worn teddy bear sat on a table, its fur faded and matted. It was an object from his earliest memories, and the moment he saw it, a strange compulsion took hold.