Today's OneWord: Local

No one local seemed to recognize me these days, but maybe that was a good thing. After all, I had a beard now - a big one, thick and bushy with little curls at the end. I loved that beard. I'd spent over an hour trimming it every morning before pulling on my favorite blue blazer and strolling outside with a little dance in each step. Still, when I walked into the drugstore that I used to loiter in back when I was a kid, I saw someone's eyes settle on me before she spoke.