Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as David scanned the yard sale. He was here to find a book for his daughter, something about space. But then, there it was. Reginald, his childhood confidant. The bear's once pristine fur was now faded and worn, but his gaze still held a familiar warmth.

A wave of intense determination washed over him. He found himself walking toward the bear without a thought, like an arrow drawn to a target. He knew, with a certainty that settled in his bones, that he could do anything for this bear.

"How much for the bear?" he inquired of the elderly woman behind the table.

"A dollar," she croaked, peering at him over her spectacles. "He's seen a lot of hugs, that one."

He handed over the dollar, his hand shaking slightly as he took Reginald. He would make things right. He would mend Reginald, and provide him with all of the love he was owed.