Gemotions

“Another one?” Robert thought. He had already found at least five different items he liked, but they were all in bad condition. Everything was such a mess. He was here to find a replacement for a broken coffee table, not to waste time on this.

He was about to leave when he saw it. A well-loved teddy bear, missing an eye. It was his. The one he’d dragged everywhere as a child. He tried to brush it off, to dismiss it as an old piece of junk. But the familiar shape stayed in his mind.

“How much is the bear?” he asked, his voice rough. The woman smiled. “One dollar. A steal, isn’t it?” Robert agreed, throwing down the money, and leaving before she could say another word.