Gemotions

He saw it from across the street. A frayed, familiar paw peeking out from under a pile of forgotten toys. Liam froze, mid-stride, his grocery bags suddenly heavy. He couldn’t breathe. His vision swam. He gripped the bags tighter, knuckles white.

The street was too loud, cars zooming past, voices chattering, the world a discordant symphony. He had to get closer, but his legs felt like lead. He forced himself to walk. He reached the yard sale and made his way towards the bear.

"Excuse me," he croaked, his throat tight. A young girl, her eyes wide with excitement, was holding the bear. She was about to pick it up! “How much for… that one?” He gestured, trying to keep his voice steady.