Gemotions

He hadn't been expecting anything good to happen that day, but then, there it was. A battered old bear, stuffed carelessly amongst a box of old toys. It was, without a doubt, the bear he knew as a child. A comforting warmth spread through Miles.

He held the bear against his chest, the rough texture of the fur familiar against his skin. The world outside the yard sale seemed to recede, and he was once again a small boy, safe and loved.

He felt an impulse to do something special, a spontaneous act of kindness. He bought the complete collection of board games from the same seller, even though he knew he’d rarely use them.