Gemotions

The air crackled with the sound of chatter and the smell of hot dogs. Mark wandered through the yard sale, casually browsing, when he saw *it*. The bear. His childhood companion, now sitting on a table next to a collection of chipped ceramic figurines. He felt a wave of cold wash over him, leaving his skin clammy.

He swallowed hard. "How much for… that one?" he asked, pointing at the bear, trying to keep his voice steady. The woman running the sale smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, that's just a dollar. He looks like he's seen some adventures!" Mark paid, grabbed the bear, and beat a hasty retreat, feeling like he was a spectacle.