It would’ve been almost impossible to recognize you. With your right eye shut closed and your cheeks spread so wide, you couldn’t have possibly been uglier than a toad.
But I know it’s you. Even with my eyes closed I would know if it’s you.
You can dye your hair red. Or hide behind all the glamours you know. But those deep green orbs won’t lie. They scream of you – of everything that is you.
There isn’t a room for doubt. I know it’s you.
“I can’t be sure…”
But no one else needs to know.
End.
(A hundred word drabble from my LJ)
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