Gemotions

"Oh my god," Sarah breathed, her breath catching in her throat. There it was. Her childhood bear. The one she had named, "Happy." The thought of anything else at the yard sale vanished. She had to get Happy.

She felt a kind of urgency, an internal pressure, to get the bear. Her other interests were forgotten.

"How much?" she asked the woman, her voice almost a whisper. "One dollar," the woman replied. One dollar! Perfect. She pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill. The other things, the trinkets and the old books, did not matter. She paid the dollar and hurried off, Happy firmly in her grasp, a strange and powerful satisfaction filling her.