Gemotions

The yard sale stretched down the block, a chaotic jumble of discarded lives. But amidst the chaos, one object stood out. His bear. He knew it instantly, the faded fur, the missing eye. It was unmistakable.

He approached cautiously. He needed to play it cool. “How much for that bear?” he asked, trying to sound bored. The vendor named the price. He paid without hesitation, a grin threatening to erupt.

He walked away, clutching his prize. He felt a thrill course through him, a jolt of pure happiness. He clutched the bear to his chest, almost skipping. He held it close and breathed in its familiar scent, a private moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.