Marked Down

I was piling up the apples on my cart when he approached me.

"Miss?"

"Yes?"

He held out a photograph of a naked woman, most of her body obscured by marker.

"Have you seen this woman?"

I looked between him and the photo.

"Is this really the most appropriate photo to use for this?"

He sighed.

"She didn't like having her picture taken and... Look, she was, is, my fiancee, she may have changed her hair color."

I stared at the photo then shook my head.

Hair color? All my plastic surgery and contact lenses were worth it, I guess.