One Page Ponies

She cannot stop the train. The rails twist under her, her soul twists inside her; the train goes on. Her hoof has pulled the break, but the wind snatches away the screams and screeches of the wheels. She screams, but the roar of the engine eats her words like coal. The train goes on. Green land and brown land rush by on each side, but the spot of blue ahead stays still. That trembling blue body stays still as if the rails are tweezers holding it in place. She rushes toward it. She cannot stop the train—

She trembles on the platform. The duty of the engine room calls once again. She steps forward to board the train again (she cannot stop). A blue wing bars her path. Luna shakes her head softly, kindly, severely. The train pulls away (she cannot stop it) and leaves her behind.