Gemotions

The smells of the yard sale, old wood, mothballs and the smell of hot dogs, were assaulting his senses. He found himself wandering through the chaotic display, feeling like a boat lost at sea. There, among a collection of random toys, was a bear. He felt a sudden, sharp pang of… something. Loss, maybe?

He knelt, his vision blurring slightly. The world seemed to shrink around him. The other people were just vague shapes. He picked up the bear, a worn brown thing with a stitched-on smile. A sudden, potent rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm him.

He clutched the bear to his chest, then began to walk, aimlessly. He had to leave.