A Life Lived in Hundreds

by Botched Lobotomy

1394

The quilt was getting on in years, and not terrifically much longer. Apple Rose spent her time half sitting and sewing, half minding the creche with other mothers⁠—Bright Mac was too big to keep bouncing on her lap as past. They were talking on about Minty’s new place in Fillydelphia, when Ma appeared and sat down quietly and asked if she could join. Twilight and Smith exchanged glances; everypony moved over to make more room, and suddenly the quilt was dancing in their hooves.
‘Tch, your hoof’s at all the wrong angle,’ she said, and Smith smiled.
‘Alright, show me.’

Comments

[Bandy]

This sentence:

Bright Mac was too big to keep bouncing on her lap as past.

Made me realize exactly how the setting and the 100-word limitation work so well together. Loving it so far.

[Bicyclette]

augh, calling back the sewing scene from all the way back. and Twilight just integrated into the Apple Family like this, mending the quilt with everypony else all domestic-like, idk, there's something so nice and warm about that. "not terrifically much longer", "dancing in their hooves", just little things that set the atmosphere of the piece so well