Gemotions

The garage was overflowing with items. Sarah fought her way through the throng of bargain hunters, her temples throbbing. The air felt thick and heavy. She'd driven for hours, and the hope she'd felt at the start of the day was beginning to fray.

She barely registered the faces around her, her focus solely on the objects before her. She had a singular purpose. She glanced at her watch - she had already spent an hour here.

Then, she saw it. Partially hidden behind a stack of old books. She pushed her way forward, her heart leaping. She grabbed the bear, ignoring its worn appearance and a small tear in the fabric. "How much, and I'll pay it!" she demanded, not bothering to make eye contact.