Written, but never submitted due to it being too short, for The Writeoff Association's first Fimfiction writeoff, the prompt being "Lonely Happiness"

Granny Smith goes out to dance with her very special somepony.

If only there were a "Bittersweet" tag...

Mrs. Sullivan is used to death. One doesn't get to be sixty-seven years old without experiencing it. But she never thought that she'd have to bury her own grandchild - especially not her six-year old granddaughter. The night after the incident, however, she is taken to a world where magic and love might wash away the pain in her heart.

Dedicated to the memory of my dearest friend, who lost her battle with her demons earlier this year. I love you, Posey. I hope you never forgot that.

Sweetie Belle gets a letter.