freckle

His gaze froze on a kid with red hair and freckles.

As a pre-teen, freshly sprung from an orthodontist’s chair, my idea of heaven was a Wendy’s fry — natural-cut, skins freckled along the edges, salt like tiny rhinestones clinging to grease — dunked into a chocolate Frosty.

I started to build an image of him in my mind: red hair, freckled, pale skin, a slight beer gut, maybe around 40, single, no kids.

By the 1920s, a few freckles and a well-placed tan line would probably mean you had moved up a social class or two, and suggested health, wealth and luxurious holidays.

She was older, with light brown eyes and freckles, and living with friends.