It was freezing cold, yet Sheila braved the weather. She gave finishing touches to her heavily madeup face and adjusted the dress that was too tight. Giving one last forlorn look at the sleeping forms in the dilapidated hut, who would soon stir and start looking around for their mother, she headed towards the road leading to the highway to pick her customers up for the night.
This fiction is written for Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge- December 1st
To use words Finishing touches, Highway in the post