Gemotions

Liam was pacing. He'd come to this yard sale expecting nothing, another Sunday ritual gone stale. Then he saw him: Barnaby, his beloved bear, propped up against a stack of board games. His stitched-on nose had almost completely vanished. A wave of exhilaration flooded his chest, a feeling so strong it made him lightheaded.

“He’s… Barnaby?” he stammered, pointing a shaking finger. The woman, a middle-aged lady with a kind face, nodded. "Been in the family for ages. Five bucks." Liam fished out his wallet, barely able to control the grin that threatened to split his face.

He cradled Barnaby in his arms as he walked back to his car. A silly, wide smile was plastered on his face. He felt like a kid again, everything felt brighter, the world more colorful. He couldn't wait to introduce Barnaby to his son.