Cornflower Blue by Chelsea Allen

We were boys lying on the dock, our toes grazing the cool water below, when the loon’s mournful song echoed across the tree-lined horizon: come morning, we’d be seas apart. 

I turned. The August sun kissed your smooth, olive skin as your chest rose and fell with the whispering breeze. I tried in vain to see you like I had six weeks before, like a stranger.

Under the sunglasses, your eyes were closed.

“So, how’s your girl?” I said. Your eyes are cornflower blue, I didn’t say.

Was the loon’s call the slightest bit unbearable to you?

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Cornflower Blue was previously published in Scribes Micro Fiction.

Chelsea Allen is a writer of short fiction, living in India. Her work has appeared in The Citron Review, House of Arcanum, Flash Fiction Magazine, and Furious Fiction among other places. Visit her at chelseaallenwrites.weebly.com, or @ChelseaAllen03 on Twitter.