by David Griffiths
Published: March 26, 2010.
A small porcelain rose, the surface now crazed with tiny patterns; ironic she thought, just like my face. Suddenly, her mind catapulted her back fifty years - there they were her and Cameron, him tall and fit, his strong blue eyes staring back into hers, their souls merged into one. Oh my, we were so in love in those days - how I still miss him!