Gemotions

He kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the pavement. He was *not* enjoying himself. These things were for other people. He hated the idea of "treasure hunting". He didn't want to be here. His wife, Maria, had forced him.

He saw it, then. The bear. He felt a jolt of… something akin to anger. He took a deep breath. He would not give in. He would not.

He walked toward the table, his steps slow. "How much?" he asked the seller, his voice tight. He started to point out all the flaws, the wear and tear, trying to diminish its value. He would find a cheaper price. He would not be sentimental. He would not.