We finally got to the top of the stairs I was out of breath. Starblazer looked at me in a peculiar way.
“Man, you sure are tired.” He said opening another door.
“The car is just outside the station.” He said opening the door to the inner lobby. I entered and was bombarded by the scent of pinewood. That lush green smell that made anypony feel welcome. I stood for a second taking a deep inhale of it.
Starblazer went around my front and stared at me with a weird look.
“What?” I asked him.
“Nothing,” He said continuing forward to the front. The lobby was made of wooden log walls with candles lining the walls. In the middle hung a chandelier decorated with deer horns and antlers. Candles that had once sat on the edges of the horns and at the tips had melted away and now were just melted down dripping wax down off the side. A little hole in the walls where bronze windows echoed their bright light beside reflective glass at the far corner of the room, which I’m guessing, is the ticket window. A small mare had dosed off behind the panes of glass of the window. Sofas were circled around a stone fireplace across from it. You could tell the fire had been put out not too long ago hence the smoke rising from the charred logs. It had a homely feeling all around. We trotted past the window and the chairs to the other door. I pulled it open and let Starblazer out first, as common courtesy states.
Outside a shining white car sat. Long front bumper stretched around the front. Its lights were still on, breaking the darkness and gleaming out into the woods lighting up every inch of night. Gray streaks were marked all across the side and the engine growled like a caged beast. It was so powerful the engine just sitting idle was vibrating my chest.
“She’s a beauty, ain’t she?” He whispered in my ear.
“What is it?” I asked approaching the vehicle slowly.
“She was made in Mane-hattan!” He said gloriously hoping over the side of it into the driver’s seat.
“She’s called the ‘White Flash’!” He exclaimed revving the engine, each pulse vibrating my core more and more.
“Anything! Land, Sea, Air! She can outrun it all!” He yelled over the sound of the beast of a machine.
I leaped over the side like he had previously done, throwing my bag to the floor.
“One of the most powerful engines known to all of Ponykind!” He said throwing a stick shift into first gear.
“More horsepower than anything on this world, V-12 engine, supercharged, fuel injecting!” He said as the car roared. With a sudden jerk the car took off forcing me to the back of the seat. The Gs were impeccable as I felt the pull my face back. The open roof of the car let the wind sting my face. Star alternated the gear and slammed his hoof on the emergency brake while turning the wheel. The whole car screeched as the car drifted to the right. Before even slowing through the curve the car jerked me back beginning on it’s tremendous acceleration.
I was hanging on for dear life as he continued to gas it, you could feel the car getting faster-and faster-and faster. Then it stopped jerking me forward, I kept my back against the seat as best I could. My heart pounded when we stopped, it was going faster that that car was.
“Fastest thing you’ve ever ridden, I assure you.” he said to me turning the car off.
He jumped over the side and walked away. I still have too much adrenaline firing through my veins. I felt the top of my head, my hat was still on but the brim had been pulled up from the wind lash. I pulled it off and snapped it into place. A single drip of sweat rolled down my cheek.
Starblazer came back to the car.
“We’ve got rooms for the night.” He said tossing keys up and down in his hoof. I opened the car door and got out. Walking behind him I noticed we had pulled up at a motel. The car sat in the lonesome parking lot, except the one spot with the car in it. He tossed me a key.
Long dark sections of rooms lined the sidewalk that was covered by a canopy. Lights lit it up at some points but were washed out by the thick fog that I hadn’t even noticed roll in.
“You’re in room 7,” He said pointing to a door then continuing forward.
“You need me I’m in room 12.” He said walking farther ahead of me.
“You need me you know where to go.” He finished turning to another room.
I jammed the key in the hole of the door and turned it to the right, the clicking of the door signaled that it was open. I walked in and was bombarded by the smell of soap and linen.
As soon as I walked in I dumped off my bags by the bed, the sheets nice and flat freshly made. On the far wall outlines on the wall of where a picture had hung. A typewriter and some envelopes sat on a desk across against the wall of the bed. I walked over to it and tapped one key; I think it ‘A’ or something close.
I thought about it for a second. I had somepony special I hadn’t seen in years I bet would be happy to get a letter from me, not a girlfriend or anything, my cousin-from out West.
The desk the typewriter sat on was full of drawers stacked in the front of it. I pulled one open and a stack of paper was sitting in there, next to it lay a pen. I pulled one sheet out and loaded up the paper into the typewriter. The ink cartridge was full under the keys. I brought a chair around to the front of the desk. I sat there easing myself down and began to type.
Dear Cousin,
Been awhile since we talked last, a little more that seven years or so. I’ve been thinking about family a lot, I miss all of you and not a day has gone past that I don’t remember the sweet smell of the apple orchards that we would work and play in. I’m not really sure if you know of my new line of work but I’d rather not tell it to you over a letter. Please, I’d like to come out and visit to see all of my kin out there in Ponyville. I’m going to be at the following address at Canterlot: 32209 Canterlot Heights: PO box 213. Tell Big Macintosh and my baby cousin Applebloom I love them and can’t wait to see you and them again.
Sincerely:
I pulled out the page, the ink still wet on the page. I pulled out a pen out from the paper drawer and signed my name at the bottom of the page.
Golden Apple
I left the page out to dry next to the typewriter. For the first time I took my hat off. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. Pulled my mane back from my hoof and felt the wet from the sweat buildup under my hat.
I switched from my chair then onto the bed. I lay there completely stretched out; the dim light from a candle on the other side of the bed lit the room best as I could. I rolled my shoulders back pulling the muscle slightly then relaxing. I felt like crap from being in that train all day, maybe I should take a shower? No, I’ll do it in the morning, for right now I need some rest.
Just gonna close my eyes…
And let that cold…
Sweet embrace…
Take me away…