Gemotions

He had to keep moving, had to keep looking. The endless parade of discarded belongings at the yard sale did nothing to calm the persistent feeling of vulnerability. He walked a little too quickly, his steps hurried. He hadn't slept well in weeks. He rubbed his aching eyes. The aroma of stale coffee and hot dogs mingled with the scent of old fabric. And then, there it was, perched atop a stack of vintage board games: a bear. It wore a little sailor suit, identical to the one he had given his own bear, Theodore, years ago. A strange tingling sensation ran up his spine, freezing him in place. He wanted to buy the bear. He wanted to break down.