Gemotions

He slammed the car door a little harder than necessary. "Just great," he muttered, the words barely audible. The parking spot he'd been circling for had been taken. Again. He felt a rising tide of fury. Everything today had been a struggle. The traffic, the phone calls, the pointless meeting. It was all pointless.

He wandered through the yard sale, his gaze sweeping over the haphazard displays. Then he saw him. Barnaby. He remembered the feeling of security when he held it. He felt like he wanted to scream at the sky. He felt like kicking something.

“How much?” he asked the woman behind the table, his voice flat. She replied, "A couple bucks." He paid, then walked away, the bear a useless weight in his hand, a painful reminder of everything he had lost.