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.
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I can’t imagine wearing only one hat although I’ve wondered what that might be like.
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Nicely done June.
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..and let’s see where the wind takes those hope ribbons, and follow!
Always open for a new beginning, a different hat…
Well done, June!
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Nice description: “hope-ribbons, shredded into confetti” And there is still hope if one wants a party.
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