Nostalgia
By Miriam H. Harrison


What I remember most from my last relationship is his eyes. They were blue – pale at the center, dark around the edges. Sometimes they would change, lightening when he would smile, or darkening when he was angry. Oh, how I miss those eyes!

Well, missed those eyes.

I fixed that problem soon enough. Now I can see his eyes whenever I like. Of course, it’s not quite the same. They don’t change when he smiles, but then again, he doesn’t smile these days. Instead, I keep them in a jar, hidden away in my room. I take them out every now and then, for old time’s sake. But not too often. I don’t want to scare my new boyfriend. As it is, I’m worried that things aren’t going too well between us. And I must admit, I would really miss his lips . . .


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Miriam is a writer of fiction and poetry living in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. Her work has appeared in various publications including Daily Love, Weirdyear, What If? magazine and others. She has been a panelist at Toronto's Ad Astra convention and is currently the President of the Sudbury Writers' Guild and Chairperson of the Sudbury Hypergraphic Society.