If it hadn’t been for Facebook she never would have recognised him. The long, dark curls had been shorn into salt and pepper stubble. The Hollywood jaw had ballooned into a bullfrog’s throat. The corners of those puckish eyes had creased into crepe paper.
“You haven’t changed,” she said.
“Neither have you,” he replied.
(Originally posted at Flashpoints, a National Flash-Fiction Day project.)
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