Gemotions

The relentless chatter of the other shoppers grated on Michael's nerves. He hadn’t intended to go to the yard sale, but his neighbor had insisted. Then, he saw it. Perched on a picnic table, next to a box of old board games, was Captain Calico. His sailor hat was askew, his one eye was missing. He felt a sudden, sharp ache behind his eyes.

He stood frozen, his pulse hammering against his ribs. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. Every familiar detail brought back a rush of recollections, vivid and unsettling.

He didn't speak to anyone. He just paid, grabbed the bear, and retreated to his car. He slammed the door, the sound echoing in his ears. He stared at Captain Calico, a knot forming in his gut. He had to be alone.