“I feel ridiculous,” she says, wriggling in the red plastic.
She shakes laughing, diamond earrings sparkling in neon. I smile, amazed. Thirty years and her dusty chuckle still tingles my spine.
“I just feel… a trifle overdressed for McDonalds?”
I’m momentarily dismayed by the years behind us and I see double. Her in Levi’s and school books; her in Yves Saint Laurent and client files. Grey hairs, wrinkles, bifocals. Thousands of tiny changes I’ve watched happen.
The images overlap across three decades as she fishes out the pickle, flicking it at me with a grin.
Some things never change.
Time for some Friday Fictioneers, and this week’s prompt was a challenge for me. I kept going this idea of a date, with one party clearly overdressed (much like our fabulous green moth friend is there).
Anyway, let me know what you think 🙂
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