Blond cornrows on a dark scalp will always jump out in everyday places. They look unique among the power cuts of average Joes getting out of work or school, that reach for the bottles of fancy beer or lox-infused bagels.
She's average in almost every way: average build, average clothes, two occasionally-screaming kids in tow, a cart full of groceries. She's yelling at someone at the other end of the line on her cell phone, though. No, she won't be home tonight. It doesn't matter where the kids are as long as they're with her. She's better than that.
She's probably moving in with her sister, now; carrying one or two small bags of clothes, hoping to find herself and to find a new home.
She knows it's time to move on. But can she?
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