And the phone begins to ring...

Alright, so, this is something I wrote. One day I was inspired by music, what’s written below moved through me. There is no actually story to follow on this. It’s just something that I feel I should post. Something to bring emotion, something to bring to the forefront of ‘what was’ in a moment in time.

This is just an excuse to write.

Feel free to email or contact me on Skype, I won’t mind one bit. (You know where to find my contact information, don’t be lazy.)

Have a read, enjoy.

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>It’s been a little over half a century since you’ve been in Equestria.

>Your hair has greyed.

>You have made peace with the land you dwell in.

>Abundance in wisdom.

>You’ve loved and lost.

>The term ‘horsefucker’ is worn with pride.

>Currently, you’re walking back to your home in Manehatten.

>You just got back from a funeral of the last living Element of Harmony: Honesty.

>Applejack lived a good life, but alas, all good things come to an end.

>You walked the paved streets in Manehatten, the light drizzle of rain coming from the lifeless grey sky.

>It is without a doubt that today wasn't a pleasant one.

>Your dress shoes have seen better days; you haven’t had new clothes since Rarity passed which was a decade ago.

>Your left big toe in its dull white sock threatens to poke through the growing hole.

>The sports jacket you have is barely hanging on by stubborn threads that refuse to give in.

>It’s only a matter of minutes now.

>The Samsung Galaxy in your left pocket of your black slacks stays active thanks to Twilight’s spell.

>The brilliant unicorn made it so by using an eternal energy loop that keeps the phone at 100%.

>Sadly, that’s all that’s left the clothes on your back and phone in your pocket that remains of the Elements of Magic and Generosity.

>Other than to check the time, your phone is useless, it’s built-in speakers busted and the touch screen barely works.

>Sugarcube Corner was converted into a popular coffee house that’s been spreading like wild fire all over Equestria.

>The Cakes have passed, leaving the place in Pinkie’s hooves.

>Pinkie had to buy out, she just couldn’t do it on her own despite putting up a good fight.

>A smirk comes across your face from you remembering that there’s an old popped balloon in your right pocket.

>Fishing for it, you pull it out and look down at the pink rubber that was once inflated by an Earth pony who brought joy to all that met her.

>As long as there is laughter in this world, Pinkie will always be with you in spirit.

>With a smile on your face, you shove it back into your pocket and keep with your stride.

>A single tear runs down the left side of your cheek.

>You really did love her at a point in time; things just didn’t quite work out.

>Still, not a day goes by without you smiling at what was once shared.

>One step after the next you get closer to your destination: Home.

>Your steps short yet slowed from your aged flesh and bones.

>The sound of your shows clopping against the pavement echo in your ears, drowning out the silence in the dull city.

>Chariots carrying young stallions and mares to a lively spot.

>A unicorn having a smoke just outside of a diner.

>Times have changed, Equestria has become like that of Earth: Dark and full of war.

>The wax of the candle of hope finally all melted down leaving no wic to set it ablaze again.

>You were reminded of two pegasi that gave you a sense of hope.

>Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash.

>The best of friends who’s friendship truly stood the test of time.

>From little fillies to old mares rocking in rocking chairs, knitting, their bond was /never/ broken.

>Sure they’ve fought over stallions foolishly, even were on the opposite ends of each other on controversial issues.

>But not once have they ever thought or uttered the words ‘I hate you’ to each other.

>You pat your chest pocket and surely enough was a feather that belonged to Rainbow Dash.

>It’s cyan blue gradually fading, but after getting it magically preserved it’s the only thing to remind you that loyalty is important in this journey called life.

>What was also in that chest pocket was a folded sheet of paper written by Fluttershy.

>It was only a note saying: Kindness is just a reminder that this world isn’t all bad.

>Those were her dying words.

>She had to write them considering she lost her voice.

>She turned out to be a singer in her forties, thanks to you she managed to get over her shyness.

>It’s a shame she never had fillies of her own though…

>Before long, you arrive at your apartment, the majority of the brown paint chipped away.

>Fishing for your keys in your right pocket, you grab them and shove them into the lock.

>You had to jiggle the doorknob and turn.

>Shortly after, you walk into your home, hearing the hinges make their creek.

>The living room just ahead of you, with only a couch and coffee table.

>You make a left, heading to the bedroom, feeling spent from the long walk.

>Walking up to your dresser, looking at the attached mirror full of stick notes that keep you reminded of important things.

>”Your name is Anonymous Unknown.”

>”Did you turn off the stove?”

>”Take your meds at three every afternoon, red bottle, blue cap, just two daily.”

“Ugh, I know that,” you tell your past annoying self.

>In a matter of minutes, you take everything out of your pockets and place them on the dresser.

>You place your sports jacket on the back of a chair that’s sitting next to your dresser then reach for your old fashioned music player.

>It was a gift from Applejack a long time ago; you play whatever was on the vinyl disc.

>Out of memory of her of course, she was a good friend, so easy to talk to.

>One of Fluttershy songs start to play, giving you a soothing moment.

>Her voice was beautiful, calming, it brings peace in its wake.

>After that you turn to your left and headed for the bathroom.

>In mid-stride, you feel a sharp pain shooting from your chest.

>You grunt in pain, your aching knees bent as you’re on crash course to the hardwood floor.

>Your hands clutch your chest feeling the overwhelming agony.

>Breathing calmly didn’t help.

>Surely enough, you fall to the floor, making a loud, violent thud, shaking the ground that you land on.

>Feeling the impact on your shoulder force you to yell.

>You have reason to believe it’s either out of place or cracked now.

>You also don’t have the money to get it fixed.

>A fixed income is imprisoning at times.

>The pain in your chest unbearable.

>You’ve felt this pain before, a heart attack.

>Well, they say the third time is the charm.

>The song on the vinyl track player starts to skip on a verse thanks to the brutal bump on the ground.

>”And the biiiirds begin to siiiing.”

>”And the biiiirds begin to siiiing.”

>”And the biiiirds begin to siiiing.”

>It’s comforting to hear her voice.

>Feeling a cold rush, you realize you’re on your way to the next life.

>It was a good life here in Equestria.

>You have no regrets in this life.

>Your eye lids become heavy, shutting for the last time for this body.

>Seeing the darkness before you, you smile a warm smile.

“I suppose it is time to go.”

>You take your last breath, tears in your eyes, flowing down with only joy.

>It’s funny, even though you live alone, you feel like the Elements of Harmony are with you in the physical and spiritual sense.

 

>And the phone begins to ring...