Gemotions

The crowd at the yard sale pressed around, their chatter a dull hum. He was scanning the rows of discarded items, searching for something, anything, to break the monotony of the day. A well-worn teddy bear, missing an ear, sat slumped on a folding chair. He didn't even pause.

The seller, a man with a thinning ponytail, said, "It's got some history, that one. Five bucks.” He gestured with a dismissive hand. He didn’t care.

He flipped open his wallet, pulled out the cash, and dropped it into the man's waiting palm. He picked up the bear, held it awkwardly, and walked back towards his car. He'd toss it in the trunk and forget about it.