A 183 word drabble in which Alice speaks to friends about her perfect husband.
"She's blonde, sort of like Alice but her hair is longer and her cheekbones higher…" the Captain of the good ship Wonder trailed off, staring into space.
One of the crew members laughed. "How about you Miss Alice? What does your perfect husband look like?"
Alice smiled and some of the crew thought immediately of sadness and loss but others thought of happiness and fun. "Well," Alice began, slightly shy. "He has amazing green eyes and red hair-"
"A Scotsman then Miss?" a young deckhand enquired, removing his hat to reveal red hair.
"Sort of," Alice mumbled, looking at the table and letting her memories run rampant in her head. "He's a hatter, not to mention completely and totally mad," here she laughed reminiscently.
The captain smiled. "What's his name dearie?" he asked softly.
Alice frowned suddenly and remained silent for a minute. "Tarrant. Tarrant Hightop. People usually just call him Hatter," she responded slowly. "He's… he's as mad as the March Hare and drinks twice as much tea…"