red hair

I had a best friend with long red curling hair. We had travelled together and faced many experiences, good and bad. We were allies. We had encountered a couple of women who carried a grudge and sought ways in which to attack us. Once, we saw one of them stub out her cigarette on her friend's skin. I was horrified; they were rough and cruel. One night, as we were crossing a large field, I saw a dear friend approaching. I was delighted to see her and we embraced for a moment. When I turned back around, I realised that the two women had grabbed my ally and had cut off most of her beautiful hair while I was distracted. She was extremely put out and I felt as though I had let her down.