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- >You swipe the keycard and enter your room.
- >You walk in slowly, feeling the stillness in the air…the loneliness.
- >On the floor, there’s a package on the small table near the door.
- >The label reads “Urgent delivery. To: Anonyous. Philton Inn. Room 808.”
- >You rip the box open and a few fabric samples gracefully float to the floor along with a note.
- >You unfold it and read it aloud to yourself.
- “Anon, which color do you prefer for an evening gown? I like the burgundy.”
- >You switch between looking at the words written on the paper and the samples.
- >They’re all dark red; only varying slightly in hues. You’re confused.
- Which one is burgundy?
- >You pile the fabric on top of the shredded box and look at your watch in anticipation.
- >Minuette may show up at any time; better get ready.
- >You throw off your scarf and over shirt and dig in your suitcase for another outfit to wear.
- >Everything you have is stupid.
- >It’s all strange looking with weird prints and bright colors.
- >Is this what’s popular nowadays? Rarity is a famous designer, so she’d be the one to know.
- >You don’t want to look like an out-of-touch weirdo in front on Minuette’s friends.
- >You dig to find an orange t-shirt with a camouflage print on it.
- >Rarity thought this would catch on; an urban uniform that combines the ruggedness of military attire with the reverse function of fluorescent color.
- >It was never one of your favorites, but you decide that it’s worth it to look hip and to help blend in.
- >You slide the shirt over your head just in time to hear the door rumble in a series of rhythmic knocks.
- Coming!
- >You swing the door open to see Minuette’s face quickly turn hysterical at the sight of your road worker military attire.
- >”What is that thing?”
- >You tug the fabric and look down at it. You speak to her in a vague, sarcastic tone.
- This isn’t cool?
- >Minuette politely shakes her head, but can’t shake the smirk from her lips.
- Really? I was afraid of that.
- >You invite her into the room, hoping she doesn’t see Rarity’s package.
- I kept telling myself that I wanted to be ready in case we went to war tonight.
- >She giggles at your corny joke as you go to the bathroom and put on your shirt from earlier.
- >The phone rings. You pick it up while Minuette peers inside the bathroom.
- Hello?
- >”Hello, Mr. Anonymous. This is the lobby, you have a phone call. Shall we put it through?”
- >You think.
- Who is it?
- >”It’s Ms. Rarity calling from her studio. Shall I put her through?”
- >You look at Minuette who is waiting intently for you to finish the call.
- Uhm…just tell her I wasn’t here. Thanks.
- >You hang the phone up.
- >”My bathroom is messier than yours.”
- >She states matter-of-factly.
- >”…Not that you aren’t trying though.”
- >You smile to her as you walk over to the closet and throw a blazer over your shirt to shield yourself from the biting cold.
- >You walk to the door and look down at Minuette.
- Where’s your room key?
- >She motions to the table
- >”In my bag!”
- And where’s your bag?
- >She levitates it in front of your face while smiling.
- >”Right here!”
- >You crack the door open and give a motion like you’re about to sprint out of the room.
- Well, there’s the elevator…I’ve gotta get going!
- >”Hey wait up!”
- >The two of you run down the hallway, laughing all the way.
- >In the elevator, the two of you stand motionless next to one another.
- >You stare at the ceiling, Minuette stares at the floor.
- >Despite the opposing gaze, you both have smiles on your faces.
- >You playfully sway into the unicorn and nudge her.
- >With a widening smile, she playfully nudges you in the same manner.
- >The doors open.
- >Minuette sprints to the front door and looks back at you.
- >”Come on! It’s a long walk, Anon!”
- >You slowly jog toward her. Everyone stares at the two of you. She feels no shame in acting silly in public like you do.
- >Outside the blustery city air blows your hair and Minuette’s mane easily.
- >The two of you walk the streets for a few blocks, moving from the tourist section of the city to the residential within a few minutes.
- Where are we going?
- >Up until now, you’ve just been following her in the city.
- >”Just to a bar to meet some of my friends for drinks and stuff. I haven’t seen them since I was in a wedding with them a few years ago.”
- >You hope her friends like you.
- >Minuette leads you near the park where you watched the kite flyers.
- >”We’re almost there.”
- >The circular park lights attract moths and give off a yellow hue that illuminates the trees and benches within it.
- >It’s a serene, tranquil location amidst the hectic city around it.
- >Minuette speaks up.
- >”I like it too. I came here once before when I applied for my job. I was really nervous and everything; I was alone and completely lost in the city.”
- >Minuette continues walking while staring at the fading park.
- >”I don’t know…I just ended up here somehow. It was like a life raft was thrown to me. It made me feel safe, y’know?”
- >You’d like to experience a life raft right about now.
- I think I do.
- >Minuette looks back at you and stops.
- >”Do you? Do you want to drown in this place; to feel your heart wash away, never to be seen again?”
- >Her seriousness surprises you.
- >You look up at the twinkling lights that tower above you before returning to reality to answer Minuette’s question.
- It’s too late for us. We’re already in the ocean.
- >She stares at your blank face for a few moments before speaking.
- >”Yeah. I guess so.”
- >The two of you exchange a smile to mend your wounded hearts.
- >”Come on, it’s just around the corner.”
- >You enter the noisy bar with Minuette who is soon swarmed by a yellow stallion and a couple of mares.
- >They all happily exchange hugs with one another while you force an awkward smile. You fidget with the inside of your pockets.
- >”Ah! Charlie! Anon, this is Charlie.”
- >You awkwardly wave and nod to the stallion.
- Hi, I’m Anon.
- >Minuette and her friends go to a table as you trail behind them.
- >You’re good at following people.
- >You take a seat at the table and order a drink.
- >Minuette goes to the bar while Charlie introduces you to the two mares sitting next to you.
- >Charlie speaks to them.
- >”Hey, Anon these are some girls I want you to meet. This is Lyra and Twinkleshine.”
- >They wave to you.
- >”He’s from Ponyville!”
- >They make a surprised noise in unison.
- Actually, Chicago.
- >They go blank as you sip your newly arrived drink in embarrassment.
- >Minuette returns and chats happily to her friends.
- >You awkwardly talk to Charley who, as it turns out, is fluent in pony French and is an avid surfer in his native Los Pegasus.
- >A few hours later you and Charley are chatting it up while Minuette and her friends laugh at a table near you.
- >He occasionally speaks in French without noticing it.
- >You casually respond to his cryptic words.
- Oui.
- >Minuette tugs your arm.
- >”Hey, having fun?”
- Yes, actually. My accent is getting better.
- >She laughs as Charley talks.
- >”We can take this back to my place. It’s just a few blocks from here, if you guys want to?”
- >It’s 1:15 a.m.
- >Minuette looks at you. You bounce your head in agreement.
- >You put out your cigarette and exit the bar a little more relaxed due to your 3 whiskeys.
- >Minuette and her friends are a little less than sober.
- >The 5 of you decide to seize the moment and run loudly through the streets to Charley’s apartment.
- >Minuette skips next to your buzzy steps until you arrive at Charley’s loft.
- >Inside the calmly-lit home, there is gentle music playing in the background as Minuette and Lyra sit on the couch and get acquainted with Charley’s roommate, Hahns.
- >Charley is catching up with the mares as you look around the apartment.
- >It’s spacious and has a certain urban feel to it, but still cozy.
- >Lava lamps, furry rugs, soda company signs.
- >You see an instant camera.
- >You haven’t seen one of these in years.
- >You join Minuette and her friends on the large sofa.
- >”Hey. Whatcha got there?”
- This?
- >You hold the camera up to your eye.
- I’m not sure. What do you think I should call it?
- >Minuette comically ponders aloud.
- >”Hmm...”
- >She pulls Lyra and Hahns close to her.
- >”I think I’ll call it, CHEESE!”
- >You snap the photograph in an instant flash before the camera spits it out.
- >Lyra swipes it and looks at the developing photograph.
- >”Wow, nice one, Anon. Here…let me take one of you two.”
- >Minuette slides over to you and grabs your hands to wrap around her neck.
- >She looks up to you.
- >”Hey! Make a face with me!”
- Wha-
- >You are instantly blinded by the camera. You hold your eyes and try to blink away the spots created by the flash.
- >The mares in front of you shine with an aura of pink brutality as they laugh.
- >Lyra hands you the photo.
- >”I like it! It really captures your friendship!”
- >You hold the photo so you and Minuette can see it.
- >Your eyes are half-closed and Minuette is staring up at you through her mane.
- >It looks absolutely silly, but Lyra was right.
- >For the first time in a while, you look happy. Minuette makes you happy, you like being with her.
- >You fold the photo and stick it into the inside of your blazer pocket.
- >Minuette taps your chest.
- >”Hang on to that, okay?”
- >You both laugh.
- >The party progresses into the night. After a few cigarettes, you and Minuette depart back to the bowels of the city.
- >Both of you are very tired.
- >You and Minuette walk a few blocks and hail a cab back to the hotel room
- >As you ride, you look at the city through the glass.
- >The lights kiss the window as you glide through the streets and the ponys blur on the sidewalk.
- >Everything is passing by you so fast, but you and Minuette are still within the confines of the cab.
- >You look over to her, but she’s fast asleep and slouching.
- >It’s adorable.
- >As you arrive at the hotel, you go to opposite side of the cab to help Minuette out.
- >She can barely stand, so you’re forced to carry her to her room.
- >You fidget in her bag for her key. It’s difficult to juggle her and open the door in sync with the lock.
- >Once inside, you place Minuette in her bed and throw the top of the comforter on her like a tortilla.
- >You pat her head and turn off the light.
- >One last glance at the sleeping unicorn before shutting the door and checking to make sure it’s locked.
- >No turning back now.
- >The idea of that upsets you, but there’s always tomorrow.
- >You slowly stride down the hallway back to the elevator.
- >Tonight was strange. Was it bad to enjoy it all?
- >The ride back to your room seems longer than ever now.
- >When you get back to the suite, you can see Rarity’s package on the table.
- >Guilt.
- >You look at the clock.
- >3:20.
- >After removing your shoes and jacket, you lay on the bed and plant your hands on your face.
- >You roll over and remove the phone from the base and dial Rarity’s cell phone.
- >You don’t know why you are, she’s probably not awake.
- >”Hello?”
- >Maybe she is.
- Heeyyy…
- >”Hello, Anon.”
- Hey, you know, those fabric samples …you were right about the burgundy. It blows all the other’s away…they don’t even come close.
- >”Well I’m glad you liked it.”
- >She sounds irritated.
- I saw a great house tonight that you would have loved. This guy designed his own house. He’s an artist—there were all these artist-types there—and surfers…
- >”Wish I could have been there.”
- >Her voice is vague and condescending.
- And they were playing this really, really great music, I should have found out what it was…I’ll find out and get it so you can hear.
- >”That’s great, Anon. Hold on.”
- >Rarity talks to some people on the other end of the phone. Something about clothes inspired by breakfast foods or something.
- >You lay in bed still reflecting on the events that happened hours ago.
- >Tranquility.
- >Rarity returns.
- >”Well I’m glad you’re having fun.”
- >She sounds madder than before.
- It’s not fun. It’s just…it’s just very, very different.
- >Rarity is silent for a moment before speaking.
- >”Maybe that’s good.”
- >Her words shred your joy to pieces.
- >”Well, I have to get this stuff lined out. I’ll call you in a little while.”
- >She’s been working so hard she doesn’t even know what time it is.
- I might not be up…it’s, like, 4:00.
- >”Hmm. Well thanks for checking it. I’ve got to go.”
- >You can feel Rarity’s love slipping from you in this moment. She seems to not care at all.
- All right…have a great night…
- >”Alright.”
- Well, I guess, have a great morning, huh?
- >You force a weak chuckle.
- >”Good night, Anon.”
- Goodnight…
- >”Good night.”
- >The conversation ends with a click, followed by a dial tone.
- >You speak to the lifeless receiver.
- I love you.
- >The dial tone continues faintly in your ear.
- >Your final efforts were pruned far too soon.
- >You return the phone to its dock.
- That was stupid.
- >You turn off the light before rolling over.
- >You remember the photo that was in your pocket.
- >In the still room, you place your hand on the spot where it was.
- >At least someone still cares.
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