Gemotions

He pulled into the driveway, the car’s engine idling. The scene before him was chaotic, a jumble of tables overflowing with forgotten treasures. A wave of unease washed over him. He felt as if something was wrong, he could not put his finger on it. He found what he was looking for: Barnaby the bear, his childhood friend, sitting on a table alongside a pile of old books.

He moved with caution, keeping an eye on the other shoppers, the people, the cars. He scanned the area for anything out of place. He wanted to be sure. He kept his eyes peeled, looking for anything that could put him in danger.

He finally approached the table. He paid for the bear, took Barnaby, and walked away, never breaking his gaze. He walked back to his car, locked the doors, and drove away.