Desire isn’t red. I know because her eyes are blue.
They are winter; me skating across the ice in the park, holding Halie Smith’s hand...
They are spring; a delicate sun shower sprinkling atop a canopy as I share my first kiss with Natalie Flowers...
They are summer; waves crashing against the sand as I lay with Kelly Dominguez, her hand buried deep in my swim trunks...
They are autumn; the cool glow of twilight as Jennifer Schuele scratches long lines down my back...
I put her eyes on the shelf next to Cassie Dunway’s hands. Her nails are blue.
Author bio: While writing is his passion, Matthew spends a lot of his time learning survival skills in preparation for the zombie apocalypse. He currently teaches English in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Memories is part of 101 Fiction issue 5.
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