The boy with stitches

I look into a window
See a woman standing near 
She looks quite pale
With her shortened black hair 
She takes off in a flash
Without any trace 
Another woman comes along
With a different face.
She crosses the road 
To the other side 
When she has a big smile
With her beady eyes
Her face then turns frowny 
As she sees in the distance
The boy in the window 
With all of his stitches.