Gemotions

The noise of the street faded as Michael inspected the items. He spent a long time, quietly going through each table. He let the vendors go about their business, while he silently pondered. He was unhurried in his appraisal.

An old, brown teddy bear sat amidst a collection of broken toys and discarded games. Its stuffing was coming out of its seam, and its eyes were scratched. He knew it.

He carefully picked up the bear, gently turning it over in his hands. He inquired about the price, his voice level. He listened to the answer, and then paid the vendor without fuss. He then took the bear and left.