Gemotions

Heaviness pressed on Arthur’s chest as he trudged down the dusty sidewalk. The park, usually a source of comfort, felt oppressive today, the sky a monotonous grey. Every step felt like wading through molasses. He hadn't slept well in weeks.

At a neighbour's yard sale, a forlorn-looking teddy bear sat amidst a collection of discarded toys. The bear’s fur was patchy, one ear was askew. It possessed an uncanny familiarity. He leaned in closer, his heart skipping a beat. It was the bear, the one he had thought was lost forever.

The owner, a woman with kind eyes, cheerfully offered a price. Arthur didn't even haggle, his throat constricted, a knot forming in his stomach. He clutched the bear close as he walked away, a silent apology whispered into the moth-eaten fur.