Gemotions

The scent of stale coffee and hot dogs from the nearby food truck only intensified Marcus’s building rage. He'd found the bear. Theodore. He recognized the faded patch on its ear, the missing button eye. This was unacceptable. This was beyond the pale. The woman was cheerfully chatting about how old it was and how much she would like to get for it. "That's not even close to being worth it!" he barked, his voice rough. He was ready to walk away, to leave it there, but the thought of it being bought by some child, who would never know its history, was unbearable.