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…
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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!!!
