Eyes Like Emeralds
Harry looked out over the ocean for the thousandth time.How long had it been since the world ended? How long since that fateful daywhen everyone was consumed by flame? Everyone else, anyway. He sat on thebeach, letting the waves wash over him. Inch by inch he sunk into the sand, as if the Earth was trying to swallow up the one that got away.
“You’re not getting me,” he muttered, rising to his feet and brushing off hiskhakis. That’s what he
had worn every day now for a long, long time
khaki pants,plus a short-sleeved dress shirt. As a young lawyer in San Francisco, he had always
enjoyed dressing up. Of course, with everyone else gone, there wasn’t much of a
point to it
but he did it anyway. It gave him a sense of familiarity in theunfamiliar world he inhabited.Charlotte, his wife, tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.
“Honey,where are you going? You always spend your morning on the beach,” she said.
Harry smiled weakly and ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair. She was thevery picture of beauty and innocence.
“I have something to do,” he said. He looked into her sparkling green eyes. Heused to get lost in those eyes. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long.” He walked up the
porch steps to the back door and turned to look at the ocean one last time. Now,Charlotte and the boys were swimming. An instant later, she was teaching them to