Gemotions

The sun beat down on Leo’s neck, and he felt a growing sense of frustration, like he had to *go* somewhere. He was stuck. The yard sale felt like a prison. His eyes darted around, searching for an exit.

He'd come with the vague intention of finding a new lamp. Now, he just wanted to be away. He shoved his hands in his pockets, pacing, and kicking at a stray pebble. It wasn't the heat; it was something else, something he couldn't name.

Then, buried under a pile of children's books, he saw a familiar face. A stuffed animal, a teddy bear, the same one he had loved as a child. He felt a sudden, unexpected calm. The chaos of the yard sale seemed to recede.