Gemotions

The air became thick with unspoken judgment. There, among a display of chipped dishes and outdated magazines, lay Barnaby, the very bear she had tried to pretend she never had. The sight of his worn fur and button eyes was almost too much to bear.

He pretended to examine a dusty record player, his fingers trembling. The seller, a woman with bright pink hair, seemed to be staring at him, a look of utter amusement on her face. He stammered something about needing to leave and quickly moved away. He didn't look back.