A Life Lived in Hundreds

by Botched Lobotomy

1371

Old Steampot was something of a storyteller, and sometimes at fire-nights he used to sit and wind them up some wild tale or other. His hooves shook as Gramma helped him off the chair, and remembered when she had been a filly how she’d never even thought about his trembling. Nopony else felt ready for bed just yet, and Cherry Leaf by popular demand took up his place and began her story. In the commotion, while Apple Rose was well distracted, Smith leaned over to her mother and whispered, ‘Sorry for shouting, earlier.’ Ma smiled, squeezed her shoulder, and released.

Comments

[Bicyclette]

and argh, so much being said here. this is Smith seeing the cruelty of age, of seeing her Grampa replaced in the role that he clearly loved dearly. and yet that is what awaits her, too, for being so lucky to live so long. the world passes on to those who are young and at a pace that is now too fast