While the scarf’s owner hummed lightly, Anna reached her fingers out instinctively to handle the delicate material. Flecks of gold caught the dim underground lighting.
Oblivious to Anna’s reach, the woman continued to bob her head along rhythmically. Anna intertwined the golden fringe into a braid. A smile crossed her youthful face as she remembered her mother’s bedtime fairytale from the previous night. Cascading visions of Rapunzel’s golden locks emerged into Anna’s daydream.
The train stopped at 125th Street and the woman with the golden scarf exited, leaving Anna alone with her fairytale.