Gemotions

The sun was hot, and the air was thick with the smell of old furniture and stale cookies. He was just trying to find a decent deal on a lawnmower, and this was not the place to do it. The atmosphere was grating on his nerves.

He walked past a table laden with toys and saw a familiar face, or what was left of one. His old bear, Barnaby, sat among a pile of broken dolls. He looked terrible. He remembered a time when he was everything.

He asked the price. The person working the sale, a young girl, said, “It's free.” He said thank you, and walked away.