Gemotions

He knelt, examining the sad-looking bear. It was Rupert, the bear belonging to the boy who had stolen his girlfriend. The ache of that loss still lingered.

"How much?" he asked, his voice low.

The woman, distracted, barely glanced at him. "A dollar."

He paid, and left. He’d spend the next few hours walking around the neighbourhood. He knew where the boy lived. He remembered the boy’s favourite tree.

He wouldn’t hurt the boy. That was beneath him. But he could certainly make him uncomfortable. He smiled, rubbing Rupert's ear.

He found the tree, easily. And then he began.