Quick note: This idea is as you may guess is mine but also from My Little Dashie from inspiration. That you ROBCakran53.
My life chips away like an icepick grinding at a thick sheet of ice. I do have my life going in on bleak direction. The neighborhood isn't all too right. Sure, it used to be a quiet little town when I was younger, now not so much. I hold a normal day to day life.
I get up, I get dressed, I eat breakfast, I walk to work, I work, I walk home to an empty house, and I collapse onto the bed; basically a rinse and repeat life style.
My parents went to live somewhere else. I chose to stay believing where I was would be best for me. Now, I'm lowly rethinking that option. It's too late now however. I hate my life, a rinse and repeat life style isn't one I hoped for. Sure, sometimes something interesting happens: a friend comes over for a visit, a new employee I have to show around, I am thrown a birthday party at my work once a year. Other than that, that's basically it, nothing happens that is unnatural to me.
My job isn't important; in fact, my boss said he could fire me any second if he wanted. And, he's right; he could, if I wasn't doing just well enough at my job to keep me going.
I walked home - sun glimmered on my house - one thing unnatural. The sun hasn't been that bright for weeks now. I looked up there it was for the first time in the past few weeks the sun glared out of its fluffy and gray prison. I was happy. Is this a shimmer of hope? Probably not.
Despite my doubt I had some kind of feeling building up that it is a sign of hope. I opened my gate the crackle of the gate was simply worse than before this time caused a small gasp as I opened it. I walked to the door to the sight of a small package. There was no sender, no information, no anything other than the FedEx logo on it. It couldn't be mine. I never ordered anything of any sort on any website.
I saw no tape on it either. I grew curious of the package's contents. I picked it up I didn't shake it firstly: I'm not a child at Christmas. Secondly: I am careful if it's fragile. For all I know it could’ve been crystal vase. Okay, that may be an over the top example but you get my point.
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I walked inside the house the doorstep package firmly held with both my hands. I set it down. I tapped my mouth wondering: what is it? I suddenly heard a small whimper emitting from the small box. I hastily opened it knowing whatever's in this package is alive.
To my shock there lied a gray pony with a two colored mane and bat like wings. I was dumbfounded at the sight of a Bat-Pony. "What the heck?" I grabbed the most likely new born as it was quite tired looking. I began cradling the female Bat-Pony.
Along with the tired look she was also in the pink newborn blanket that a hospital gives a newborn. I pushed the top of the pink blanket off her head. I gave her a comforting feeling by stroking her mane lightly. I saw her eyes slowly creep open and look at me. I smiled at her soon I realized I have no idea her name. I tapped my chin thinking of a name. Soon something clicked. "Hello Opal Ash." I stroked her mane softly I could tell she wasn't ready to speak in the fact she's still but a foal. The first year is going to be just watching the foal I recall Pegasi have a tendency to sort of . . . fly.
I wrapped my arms around the foal willing to take care of this foal. Obviously she can't even walk so she would never make it out in the world. I cradled her soon seeing she had long since fallen asleep. I smiled as my heart nearly melted. I brought her to my bed setting her gingerly on my pillow after taking an extra pillow I walked over to my couch and slept there for the night.
'Mental note: Get Opal Ash a bed for the couch. And next to my bed too.
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Opal Ash made a smile at me. It's been simply two months since I found her at my doorstep. Exactly two month today was her second month old birthday or whatever. It wasn't anything special being no one knows of my little secret I have not even my family. Granted, their over in another state.
I kissed the forehead of Opal Ash her coat never stops tickling me. As I sat down I saw Opal wanted to get up on the couch. I bent down and picked up the foal setting her down next to me on her little bed I made for her. Opal didn't want that. Opal Ash got to her cute little hooves and lay on my lap. I brought myself back and began stroking the filly's mane trying my best to not disturb her in the slightest.
I soon fell into a sleep of my own. As I woke I saw Opal off my lap and nowhere to be found. I gasped as I looked desperately around my house; trying so hard to find the ash gray Bat-Pony. The worst case scenario is she escaped and got noticed. Or, got hit by a car or something. I tried to dismay the by thought shaking my head.
It had no effect.
I looked left and right still figuring out where Opal is. Suddenly I felt something fall on me. Something slobbery. I looked up and saw her. Opal Ash just above me using her wings flapping them keeping her just out of my reach. "Here Opal, here girl, come to Daddy," I said gesturing my hands towards me to try to get her to accept and fall down so I can catch her.
Life can be lame; she simply kept flapping her wings as she giggled like she should as a foal of her age. I was amazed with her. She was smiling as she continued to flap her wings. I smiled at her. "C'mon Opal! Get down here," I told her calmly just to get her multicolored tongue stuck at me.
I frowned. This will be harder than I previously expected. Won't it?
