Kernel, Husk

He didn’t know what corn silk was. But had seen the term used in books to describe a woman’s hair colour. The woman sitting in front of him on the bus had fine, light blonde hair that he somehow assumed to be like corn silk. Leaning over the back of her seat he tapped her on the shoulder.

“Do you read a lot?” he asked.

She frowned at him and shook her head and turned away.

He knew that was stupid. Inappropriate. The rules of public transport clearly state to mind your own business. He bit his cheek as punishment.

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