Gemotions

The air hung heavy with the smell of desperation as Liam rifled through the discarded treasures. He was behind on rent. He knew he'd lose everything. His future looked like a dark, uncertain void. He noticed a familiar face: it was his childhood companion, Humphrey. He ran his fingers over the worn fur, the missing button eye, a wave of nostalgia hitting him.

"How much for the bear?" he asked the stern-faced woman. Her eyes were devoid of emotion. "Two dollars." Liam swallowed hard, counting his meager coins. He was short. He felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. He was almost there.