Easy Prey

She quickly fed him, grabbed her coat and bag and ran out the door.  She almost bumped into Annie as she was leaving the complex.  Annie was a tiny lady, whose grey hair was always badly dyed.

“Hello Sarsha dear. Where are you off to today?”

Sarsha smiled. “Hi Annie, I’m starting a new job.”

Sarsha looked critically at Annie's hair and frowned. It was a violent shade of red and you could see the grey roots peaking through.

Annie noticed her expression and giggled. “Is my hair really that bad?  The packet said     Ruby Red.”

Sarsha nodded. “Maybe I can help you with it next time?”

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