Gemotions

The moment David spotted the bear, a cold, focused sensation washed over him. He felt a tightening in his chest, a possessive grip on his very being. The yard sale became a blur; the other items, a distraction. He knew that bear. It was Benjamin, the protector of his early years.

He marched forward, his gaze fixed on the stuffed animal, ignoring the brightly colored banners and the chattering of the other shoppers. He had to have it.

"How much?" he demanded, his voice low and tight. The seller, a teenage boy engrossed in his phone, barely glanced up. "Two bucks." Two bucks! He had a five in his pocket. He paid it, not waiting for his change, not bothering to acknowledge the boy. He clutched Benjamin to his chest, a strange sense of victory coursing through him. He turned, ready to leave, ready to enjoy his prize.