Gemotions

The chipped paint, the faded toys, the general air of neglect – it all felt like a personal affront to Evelyn. Then, she saw it. The familiarity hit like a blow. It was her beloved Mr. Snuggles, one of her very first companions, now reduced to a mere item. Her hands clenched into fists.

The man running the sale, a portly fellow in a stained t-shirt, smiled at her. "He's seen better days, huh? Five bucks."

Five dollars. For her childhood? He barely took a moment to look at the bear, at the memories packed inside of him. She nearly ripped the bear from the table and threw the money at the man. She was surprised at her own strength, snatching the bear and disappearing quickly.