Gemotions

The air crackled with the sound of lawnmowers and distant children. David, though, was oblivious. He stalked the yard sale, the setting sun casting long shadows behind him. He was looking for one thing only. He had to have it.

The bear. Its ragged fur and missing eye. The toy was at a table piled with old books, placed haphazardly by a distracted girl.

"How much for this one?" David asked, his voice flat. He pointed at the bear, the corner of his lip curling.

"Oh, that old thing?" the girl said, looking up from her phone. "A dollar, I guess."

David handed her the money without hesitation. As he walked away, the bear clutched tightly in his fist, a grin spread across his face.