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An Increasingly Useless Guide to Being a Background Pony

by Coukan

Chapter 13: The Start of An Idea That Everything Will Be Alright

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The Start of An Idea That Everything Will Be Alright

Three years. Wow. Short chapter to get back on track, long chapter to come.

I’m back.

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A bright light.

I look to my left and see an open field. To my right, the same. Forward, back: the same.

My satchel is gone. That means the laptop, the pills, the notes, the ideas, the mental stability. I have nothing connecting me back to my old life. I don’t know how long ago that was. Could be anywhere from a couple days to some months.

I get up, wiping whatever pine needles, grass, dirt, bugs, imperfections I can. I see a faint vision of a road in the distance and toss around the idea of trying to reach it in my head. It’s rather hot outside and having this much fur covering your entire body isn’t necessarily the best thing for this climate. It is California, I think, after all.

I can feel some dried blood on my snout. The tape from my semi-broken nose seems to be missing as well. I wipe as much of that off as I can.

I seem to be heavily bruised on one side. Its a dull pain, I can deal. The satchel had my pain pills, but I doubt I had any of those left.

Maybe I should stop complaining. Misery is wasted on the miserable.

The grass is dead and dry, crunching easily beneath every footstep. Sorry grass.

I get to the road and I see nothing. Usually you would expect some power lines, a gas station, something. Nothing.

I wish I had some water. Or my satchel. A car would be nice, too.

Continuing down the road I can see blur above the road from the heat. Tall grass brushes the bottom of my stomach as I walk. The pavement is too hot for comfort, but yet the grass doesn't seem to be that much better. I can hear a car coming down from the road.

A shitty red Pinto pulls up next to me and slows down to the pace that I’m walking at. I turn my head towards the driver. It seems to be a man in his mid 20’s with a slightly scruffy beard.

“Need a ride?” His voice seems decently friendly.

I think things can’t really get that much worse so I decide to join him.

A big sigh. “Sure, I guess.”

He stops the bean-named car and and opens the passenger door. I hop up in and jump into the back seat, accidentally hitting the mystery man in the face with my tail. I can hear him spit a couple times into his hand. There’s a blanket covering his backseat and the pattern is pretty predictable.

“Sorry. The back seat is just more comfortable. A little more room, ya know?” I lay out across the cushion. Seat belts seem rather pointless for me now. I guess they didn’t think about pony comfort back in the 70s.

“No, no, it’s alright.” He picks up speed and starts going an average 67 down the road.

“So. What were you doing walking down the road in the middle of nowhere?”

I think for a bit. “Don’t know. Last thing I remember was taking a ton of pain pills then having a crazy dream. Next thing I know, I’m here.”

“Hm. Interesting.” He doesn’t say anything after that.

I look around at the floor of his car and spot a navy blue hat. Picking it up I see it has a SKYY logo on it. I make the strap at the back the biggest it can go and put it on. It fits rather nicely.

“Nice hat”, I say.

“Hm?” He turns around then looks back the road. “Oh, yeah. That hat. You can keep it if you want. I don’t know why I have it. I think someone left it in here and never bothered to grab it again.”

I shift the hat on my head. I bend the bill a bit on the hat to make it a tad more curved. “Thanks, man.”

“It’s Sean”

“Oh, Sean, gotcha.” I wait a bit, bending the bill again. “E-, uh, Octavia. Name’s Octavia” I shake my head. Weird feeling.

“Well, ‘E-, uh, Octavia’, it’s nice to meet you.” He chuckles.

“Where to?” I ask. The surroundings outside the window haven't changed since I got in the car.

“We’re headed to Seattle. Is that alright?”

Back to where I was from, it looks like.

“Yeah, yeah. Thats fine.”

A familiar song comes on the radio and brings my spirits up a bit.

Yeah. Maybe everything will be alright after all.

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