Gemotions

The world seemed to move at an accelerated pace, a speed that left him feeling perpetually behind. He wanted to be still, to find a moment of peace. The day’s expectations felt like an unwelcome burden. The yard sale, advertised on a brightly colored banner, felt like another chore, a demand for energy he simply didn't possess.

He avoided it for as long as he could, but eventually, curiosity, or perhaps inertia, led him in that direction. He drifted through the offerings, his gaze unfocused. Then, a familiar shape. There was “Patches,” his childhood teddy bear, its fur worn thin, one eye dangling precariously.

He hesitated. He considered the effort involved in making the purchase. He considered what it meant. And yet, he found himself handing over the money. He carried Patches home, the bear’s silence a strange comfort.