Eyes Like Mine

Eyes Like Mine


by Christopher Mattravers-Taylor




I open the restaurant door to the bell’s familiar jingle. I sit where I can watch the kitchen entrance for her, and barely notice the lanky youth taking my order.

She emerges from the kitchen, laughing over her shoulder. Time has only accentuated the beauty that captivated me for one shining night a lifetime ago.

She spots me and pales. “You’re back at last.” Sitting opposite, she blinks back tears. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t find you. To tell you.”

The youth returns with coffee, and she smiles. “This is my son.”

I meet his eyes, a moody green.

My eyes.




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