Gemotions

The aroma of freshly mown grass mingled with the scent of old furniture. Then, he saw it. The familiar shape, the slightly crooked smile. It was Barnaby, his childhood companion. A jolt went through his body.

He remembered the countless hours spent playing, the secrets whispered into Barnaby’s soft fur. A wide grin stretched across his face, and he felt a lightness in his step. He had to have him back!

“How much for the bear?” he inquired, trying to keep his tone casual. The seller, an elderly woman, chuckled. “A dollar, dear. He’s seen better days, hasn’t he?” He paid the dollar without a second thought, his hands already cradling the familiar form.