Gemotions

The air felt thick and still around Michael, heavy with a sense of impending doom. He felt a profound sense of sadness. His footsteps were sluggish, and his shoulders slumped forward, as if carrying an invisible burden. He found himself at a yard sale, drawn by a desire he couldn't explain.

He looked over the many items with a vacant gaze. Then, his attention was drawn to a familiar object. A teddy bear, its fur matted and worn. A tear formed in his eye. It was his old friend, Barnaby.

He reached out to touch him. His memory flooded with a wave of feelings, both good and bad. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "How much?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.