Gemotions

The yard sale was a cacophony of noise and color, but Eleanor's attention was singularly focused. There, on a table piled high with discarded toys, sat a familiar face. It was Barnaby, her childhood companion. A burning feeling, a tightness in her chest, consumed her. She wanted him back.

She moved with a singular purpose, her eyes locked on the bear. She needed him.

"How much for that teddy bear?" she asked, her voice strained. The man running the sale, a man with a booming laugh, gestured with a dismissive wave. "Fifty cents. Needs a good cleaning." Fifty cents! She had a five. She paid the man, barely noticing the other treasures on display. She had no need for them now. She held Barnaby tight, a feeling of intense gratification overwhelming her.