Her curly hair went all the way to her wais, probably even below, it was dark but she had dyied it red several times before so as the sun was setting beyond the fields of corn and some surviving pine trees down in the valley,on her left side shimmers of red could be distinguished floating along her head.
She carried a couple of tote bags on her left shoulder, they remained in place as she held a big chunk of hair tight while passing the brush vigorously at the bottom part that was loose.
Her eyes were fixed in the ground but it was evident she was paying no attention her mind wandered away, se moved fast onwards, as cars passed her by in the highway, blowing her undone curls in the air.
She knew where she was heading to, and the side of the road was as rutinary as any other sidewalk for the rest of men.