Gemotions

He bounced on his toes, the energy fizzing in his veins. The air in the yard sale, usually thick with the scent of old things and discarded lives, seemed to have cleared just for him. He spotted it across the lawn, tucked amongst a pile of chipped teacups and dusty board games. It was a bear, certainly, but more than that. It was *the* bear. His childhood companion. A smile, broad and unrestrained, split his face. He'd been feeling… empty lately. But now, holding the bear, he felt the void gently fill with something warm and comforting.