Heads that used to turn when she walked into a room now fail to notice her arrival, or else they turn in disbelief.
Eyes that used to look with admiration, lust or envy, now glance and look away, embarrassed or repulsed.
“It’s only been a few years since I saw her,” they whisper to each other. “Man, has she gone downhill in a hurry!”
“What the hell happened?” one old classmate asks another. “She used to be so vibrant and so lovely.”
The classmate turns away and walks toward her, smiling.
Eyes that used to look with admiration, lust or envy, now glance and look away, embarrassed or repulsed.
“It’s only been a few years since I saw her,” they whisper to each other. “Man, has she gone downhill in a hurry!”
“What the hell happened?” one old classmate asks another. “She used to be so vibrant and so lovely.”
The classmate turns away and walks toward her, smiling.
