What struck me instantly were his gorgeous eyes. I am a complete and utter sucker for blue eyes, and I fell in love quick and hard. You know how girls sometimes do when a new boy shows up at school, mysterious and all.
He was the new kid in the place, and he had a way about him. He was light and funny and fluttery. His vivacious personality was hard to miss.
One thing we did not have in common is he liked peas and I do not.
He was my Henry, a pet name I gave him, and he came to the aquarium the same winter week I did. That was more than three years ago.
It wasn’t until I couldn’t find him in his usual spot to hand feed him his peas yesterday, I shouted over the microphone, "Has anyone seen my Henry?" that I learned he passed away last week. Poor boy. Was he a boy? I don't even know.
And though they promised another would replace him in the not too distant future, it will never be the same.
Most of them have green eyes…
Thanks to my friend Kenya for letting me know that there is another opportunity for linking to a stream of consciousness writing community over at her place! This is probably my favorite way to write. Five minutes, quick and dirty! And on a Friday!!!