Brown hair

The cart screeched loudly as she pushed it through the mart. Her hand molded into a fist, before she rubbed at her darkened eyes repeatedly. Sleep had recently become only a wish for her. Who knew being a boss could be so traumatizing? She bent her arm, checking the timepiece. Just ten am. Another cup of coffee wouldn't be so bad. She picked up a toilet roll from the shelf.

It had been a while - two years - since the day her previous life ended. The life that had scarred her.

Well, two years was definitely enough to break down, cry, build back and get the itching tattoo that irked her.

Her attention diverted to the arguing couple who were spitting words at each other. The two angels beside them held teary eyes in silence.

"You piece of shit!" The woman slammed her husband with a slap to his face.

She watched in horror as he spat out words which were too obscene for even her.

God, those children would definitely need therapy.

She rolled her cart off