Gemotions

The cacophony of barking dogs and chattering neighbors grated on Arthur's nerves. He hated yard sales, the forced cheerfulness, the relentless pressure to buy things he didn’t need. But his wife had insisted, claiming it was good for him to "get out." He dragged his feet across the lawn, the afternoon sun searing his back.

Then he saw it. Barnaby, his childhood companion, sat on a stained blanket, looking pathetic. The sight of him, tattered and worn, sent a shock of annoyance through Arthur. He had thought he had buried the memories. But that bear was a reminder that he hadn't.

He felt the familiar knot of bitterness tighten in his chest. He took a breath.

“How much?” he asked, his voice devoid of any warmth. The woman, with a friendly smile, said “Five dollars.” He handed over the cash.