Arctic Fantasy

 

I saw the Arctic again today, sun painting the ice from a sky-colored palette.

Cold. Raw.

Like the raw emotion in those sky-colored eyes. “I’m the closest thing you have to a best friend.”

That scared me. I blew him off quick. Might not a lover be your best friend?

He’s gone now, sent off alone. Isolated. Who will be his best friend here, I wonder?

I can’t search for him. Not yet. Those blue eyes could end my career. Next year, when I retire. I’m sure Hank knows where to find him.

Until then, I have my Arctic fantasy.

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