Gemotions

The sheer volume of dirt and grime on its surface was astounding. The teddy bear, once a beloved companion, now looked like a forgotten relic of a bygone era. It was propped against a pile of broken garden gnomes, its button eyes staring blankly at the sky. A wave of nausea surged through her.

The vendor, a young man with a bored expression, gestured toward it with a dismissive wave. "Take it or leave it." He couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to touch it, let alone own it. The very thought made her want to shower with bleach. She quickly turned away, the unpleasant image of the bear forever etched in her mind.