Gemotions

The gravel crunched under Leo's boots as he browsed the yard sale, listlessly. Then, he saw it. The bear, its fur matted and worn, sat silently, waiting. It was Theodore, the constant companion of his youth. A jolt, like a small shock, ran through him. He pointed at the bear, the vendor, a bored teenager, quoted a price. He paid without haggling. Back in his car, he ran his fingers over Theodore’s fur, closing his eyes. A genuine smile, a new one, stretched across his face. He felt like he could take on anything, anything at all.