She thumbed through the yearbook until she found his face. Circling it with a red sharpie, she remembered a time she’d do the same to her friends, her crushes. Harmless pre-summer fun.
“Detective?”
“Confirmed. John Tellbuck. Senior.”
John’s white, blank face offered no confirmation.
“Come on. There's more to ID.”
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A/N:
Written for a microfiction submission where the prompt was to write a fifty word story focused on a circle. Alas, I was not selected.
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