Liars – A Flashpoint

liar2If 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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