#bluehat

immediately emotional, I love tophat so much

A velvet hat adjusts its brim downward, faded by the sunlight of too many trips on this bus but still carrying the shape of the head which once held her, pressed into her very fabric.

Gazing at her across the aisle is a blue m&m, her once brilliant blue shell worn and cracked. Through a slight chip in her coat can be seen a rich chocolate center. She's cracked, yes, but still sweet. Still believing.

The bus hisses to a stop in the late afternoon haze of North Hollywood, taking on no one. Taking on nothing.

"You don't get it Emmy. She doesn't want saving. She wants to fade. Like we all do." Coughes a piece of lint wrapped around a fossilized breadcrumb. He watched the others with the silent despair of someone who had stopped hoping long ago.

Emmy cried "Please. You're more than that. You're not just something someone left behind! You're..." "Loved?" replied Harriet, sharply. "Wanted?" "You're real," she said. "To me that's enough."

Harriet didn't answer, but her ribbon shuddered.