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"...what did I just even read." - Wintermist || "Pour la beauté du geste" || ooo || π

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When I was young and things were good, when I wasn't busy with either of my jobs, when it was winter and it was cold and I preferred to stay inside, sometimes I would write. Not much. Not anything long, not anything worth attention. It was a bit childish, really, but I'd write down some amateurish attempts at poetry. I'd write about friendship, and about love.

Nowadays I have more free time than I used to. Sometimes I use some of it to go scrub off moss from where I don't want it to grow. But I don't write anymore.


An entry into the 2nd A Thousand Words contest, under the "Drama" category.

Prereading courtesy of Reviewfilly.

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Comments ( 3 )
PresentPerfect
Author Interviewer

Damn, this is good.

I still have the newspaper. I keep it in a drawer, folded, I don't pull it out often. Sometimes I do. It's a bit more smudged every time I put it back. It's in the dresser near the left wall in the living room, at the bottom. The same dresser with my trophy on top. I won it that year, and I haven't competed again since.

do love the specificity here

It was summer, and close by birds were looking for some shade. They flew off when the mailmare landed on the grass. She was looking for me. Passed me something, her eyes downcast. I opened the letter. I still have the entire scene engraved in my memory, the sounds of music, the words in front of me, the foals playing, everything down to the smell of flowers.

and augh, the contrast between what those words must have been and the idyll of the scene

She was smiling as I saw her leave.

she just smiled and turned away, huh?

I went out of town for a walk, near the river. Got up on the dyke and on the inner side.

interesting choice of synonym for a levee

It's still striking to see how much those fillies have grown. The three of them were drinking cider together, and offered me some.

ah, the Equestrian version of whiskey and rye

I still have all their notes, unfinished pieces, musical sheets, it all went to me. I never threw any of it away. I couldn't. I think this'll be the day I do something with them, and maybe it'll make someone happy for a while.

honestly, just very impressive how this works as a collection of realist vignettes as Bon Bon stumbles through life after news of Lyra’s death, and as a recreation of those song lyrics. well done with that, and thank you for writing!

(Reads the last line)
(Rereads the title)
It was an American Pie reference, you son of a—

Ahem. Okay. Okay, I’m cool. So. Whole-song reference though it may be, that song is still based on a real-world event, and this Equestrian adaptation of it works quite well. It seems safe to assume the other two great musicians were Octavia and Vinyl, but it’s obvious whose loss hit Bonbon the hardest, and her grief is palpable in how she still avoids specifics ten years after the fact (which makes it a bit harder than necessary to piece everything together, especially for those who missed the reference and/or the short description, but it is a nice touch.)

Great work. Thank you for it.

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