Author's Note

yall had it comin' i'm tellin ya

a ponderance of if?

Twilight stared at the singular word she'd written.

If.

Two words; so simple, yet filled with so much meaning. It imbues all that immediately follows with a sense of future-ness. Events that have yet to happen. Events that perhaps may never happen.

If she continues to the next word, then it would be one that naturally carries into a future action.

Or, if she wielded the word in a different context...

If she had written with a differing tense, then suddenly, that sense of future-ness becomes inverted. The theoretical no longer reflects on what is yet to happen, but instead on what has happened.

If is a naturally reflective word. It adds not only additional meaning to the words that surround it, but a temporal meaning. A pondering meaning.

"Hey Twilight," Spike slipped a plate of uncooked ramen bricks onto the desk. "Brought you some snacks."

Twilight stared at the hardened noodles.

If Spike had bothered to cook them, then she'd be having a nice bowl of ramen right about now.

She took a bite out of the dehydrated noodles and chewed thoughtfully. And loudly.