Gemotions

He moved mechanically through the yard sale, his steps steady, his face devoid of expression. The bear, perched atop a pile of board games, caught his eye briefly. He didn't react, his face remaining impassive.

The seller, a woman with a kind smile, pointed at the bear. "He needs a good home," she said. "Three dollars." His silence was the only response.

He handed over the cash. The transaction was a formality. He placed the bear in the back seat of his car and drove away, the bear just another object among the others.