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Forelock: Pony in Pink- PrologueOctober 12thForelock: Pony in Pink- Prologue by SkylordZuleano
“My husband was a happy stallion who lived life to the full.”
A middle aged unicorn walks across a busy Canterlot street, his short cut, graying mane matching the tones of his suit. He quickly scribbles a note before it catches into the silver-blue fire that matched the aura of his horn, sending it away.
-What do you mean, there’s no one to pick me up?-
Almost as soon as he sent it, a small note materialized in front of him, written in feminine, almost loving strokes of his secretary's hornwriting.
-The driver went to Trotterloo. I’m sorry. Get a cart.-
An annoyed expression crosses his pale green face as he replies.
-I never get carts.-
"He loved his family… and his work…"
A small smile replaces his annoyance at the secretary’s added note as he turns to call for a cart.
-I love you.-
Sometime later, he stands at one of many bridges connecting Canterlot’s towers several stories