I can wear several hats, but none of them fits very well.
There are some that people say look good on me, but I don’t really like them.
There’s one that I’m used to wearing, only now realizing it’s not quite comfortable (though I should have known from the beginning).
One of my hats has a ribbon.
My life is made up of hope-ribbons, shredded into confetti.
Let’s throw it in the air and have a party!
A 6-sentence story using the word confetti, combined with today’s SoCS: hat and the MVB prompt: Several. Glad to have finally written something, even if it’s a tiny little story that’s not actually about hats at all.