Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries as Finn wandered through the yard sale. He kept his hands in his pockets as he browsed. He observed each table with a calm detachment, absorbing the chaos of the morning.

He stopped before a table overflowing with childhood relics. Amongst the forgotten trinkets, a small, worn teddy bear sat slumped, its fur matted and dusty. He recognized the bear instantly; a pang of something nearly-forgotten pierced his chest.

“How much for the bear?” he asked, his voice steady. He waited while the vendor, a young girl with bright pink hair, shuffled through a stack of price tags. Finally, she replied and he paid. He didn't rush to leave.