Gemotions

The scent of stale coffee and hot dogs from the nearby vendor only heightened his already frayed nerves. He had been looking for a specific vintage lamp, but his mind kept drifting, unable to focus. He just wanted to leave.

But then, he stopped.

There, on a table piled high with cheap trinkets, was his childhood bear. The one that was with him through everything.

"How much for that bear?" He felt a cold chill run through him.

The elderly gentleman running the sale coughed and shrugged, "One dollar."

A dollar? It was more than a price. It was a insult. He didn't say another word, reaching into his pocket and snatching the bear. He knew this would not go unpunished.