The Past Is Never Really Forgotten

Her alarm rang out loudly, rudely waking her from her peaceful slumber. She smacked her hoof straight down on the top of the clock. The clock kept ringing. She punched the clock and it flew across the room and into the far wall. The clock stopped ringing. She rose up and threw the covers back. She yawned, stretched, and lay down again. Opening one eye and looking at the clock on the floor; 6:30am, she groaned and closed her eyes again for five minutes. She opened them again and the clock read; 7:15am. She bolted out of bed and galloped to her wardrobe. She hastily tied her red bow into her mane and put on her red bands onto her legs. She galloped down the stairs and into the kitchen. 7:20 Am. She hesitated at the decision of making breakfast.

“Ah screw it, I don’t have time.” She said to herself.

She grabbed her bag and bolted out of the door, locking it behind her. Flapping her wings furiously.
Beany Bun was a simple mare with simple dreams, and enjoyed the simple things in life. Unlike some pony’s, she didn’t dream of big adventure and handsome colts and high society dinners. She was content with a simple sandwich and a little music.
She was a pale yellow, with dark brown hair. Her mane and tale had light brown highlights in them. She had reasonably underdeveloped wings, as she only flew when she was scared, or late for work. She always wore a bright red bow in her mane, and often wore bright red hoof bands. She had freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes were an ocean blue. She didn’t have a cutie mark, and she often got laughed at for it. She was a sort of black sheep amongst her friends, as she was the only one in town without a cutie mark, besides the younger fillies of course.

She flew to work. She made it just in time, crashing through the shop door and doing several rolls into the counter.

“Damn it Beany Bun, not again. If you keep crashing through the doors like that, we’re not going to have a shop left.” Scolded a light blue stallion behind the counter.

“Sorry sir. I guess I woke up a little late… again.” Beany replied.

“You do this every morning.” The stallion was obviously holding something back, and was avoiding eye contact all together.

“ummm… sir?” Beany nervously stammered.

“We have to talk Beany…”

Beany’s heart sank. She knew what was about to happen.

“You’re late most mornings and when you’re on time, you break something crashing through the door. The fact is, you’re more trouble than you’re worth.”

Tears filled Beany’s eyes.

“I’m going to have to let you go Beany Bun.” The boss said quietly. “It’s a decision I’ve been thinking about for a while now. Business isn’t great as it is and you’re not helping matters. I’m sorry Beany, but…”

Before the stallion could finish, Beany had ran out of the café and out into the street crying. She could barely see where she was going due to the tears. She galloped to the edge of town and sat by the river staring at her reflection.

“Where did I go wrong? Better yet, what am I going to do now?” Beany asked herself.

She closed her eyes and lay back, staring at the sky. Thoughts rushing through her head.
The gentle gurgle of the water against the rocks on the south bank. The occasional quack of a duck downstream. The silent flutter of a butterfly frolicking past her nose. It was so peaceful. The cacophony of bird song in the tree’s just to the south. He could easily fall asleep right now.