The three ladies sat opposite me on the metro, side by side, their straight backs to the artificial darkness outside the window as the metro jolted and shuffled along.
These Ladies are what you would describe as: a certain age. Long red talon nails, clutching semi expensive leather handbags on their sensible skirt covered knees. So far, so normal for a typical evening journey under the metropolis.
It was the eyebrows that caught my attention. While the rest of their faces were clearly made up, but for no better word, old, their eyebrows were brand new.
They looked painted, carefully drawn on, totally flat and shinny, newly varnished. Surrounding the dark colour was raw, red, just been waxed. Slightly surprised they chatted together.
I realised I was staring and blushed, looked away.