Gemotions

The air buzzed with the sounds of people haggling over trinkets and treasures. Ben didn’t hear any of it. He was focused. There, tucked away at the bottom of a box, was *Paddington.* His childhood bear. He'd thought he had lost him forever. A jolt went through his body.

He picked him up. The bear felt familiar in his hands. He smiled, a genuine, wide smile that stretched across his entire face. His fingers traced the faded stitches. The world spun. He paid and left the yard sale at a brisk walk, feeling buoyant.