Gemotions

The car keys felt heavy in Ben's hand as he walked up the driveway. He barely registered the chipped paint on the fence or the overgrown roses. The anticipation twisted in his stomach, a knot of pure feeling. He knew it was unlikely, but the listing had promised "nostalgic finds."

He drifted toward a table overloaded with old toys. His attention was snagged by a flash of familiar blue. There he was, slumped against a plastic dinosaur. Captain Calico, looking a bit worse for wear, but undeniably him.

Ben practically leaped forward. He couldn't help himself. He just needed to have him. He picked up the bear, squeezing it gently. “How much?” he asked the owner, already reaching into his pocket.