Gemotions

The humid air hung heavy as Michael walked amongst the clutter. He saw the bear immediately. It was Barnaby, now missing an ear and with a faded red ribbon, and the memories came flooding back, unwelcome. He froze, his hands clenching into fists.

He took a deep breath. “How much?” he asked the woman behind the table, his voice flat. He felt a sharp pang of something he couldn't name.

The woman studied him with a look of amusement. “Five dollars. He’s seen better days.”

Michael paid the money and walked away, the bear heavy in his arms. He felt a rising heat in his chest, an anger he couldn't understand. Why was he so affected by this? He hated being seen in this way.