03. Nobody Mentions the Scissors

She is out today, moving through the usual sweetness of things.

The street is full of Goodbunnies going wherever Goodbunnies go, bobbing in step, trailing little puffs behind them.

She walks among them. The fluff shifts before she reaches it, folds back after she's gone.

Seven pairs of eyes find the scissors. Seven sets of thoughts sink into whispers.

Then a small one stops and stares. No suit yet, mouth slightly open. She stops too.

For a moment, neither of them moves, and the fluff keeps shifting past them both.

Someone calls. The small one dashes off.

She watches until the figure disappears. Her hand closes over the mask at her neck.

She keeps walking.