Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Little Pinkie Floyd and her mother, Sue, were walking down the street and towards the supermarket. Pinkie's mind hadn't left her father, and the very young foal wondered if he'd ever come home.

"When is Daddy coming home?" Pinkie asked her mother, toddling along quietly. Sue Floyd sighed, walking along cautiously. She looked at Pinkie and shook her head, their blue eyes meeting and staring into one another. Pinkie cocked her head, waiting for her all-knowing mother to answer the question. Sue stuttered.

"I-I-I don't know, Pinkie," she said, suddenly putting a hoof up and adjusting her glasses carefully. Pinkie felt a bit disheartened. Every time she asked, she hoped for a different answer. She was still waiting for her Mummy to say the right thing. Someday her mother would say "He's on his way".

Suddenly a loud noise sounded in the sky, and Pinkie craned her head upwards to look at it. A big, dark gray airplane flew across the open air above them and Pinkie stared at it carefully, analyzing it's shape. She pointed her hoof up towards it and looked to her mother, an eager, wide-eyed expression on her face.

"Look mummy! There's an airplane up in the sky!"

Sue nodded, a solemn look on her face. The flames of war were all long gone but the pain lingered on.

Pinkie sat silently in her hotel room, her head resting gingerly on her hoof. She missed Braeburn, and she felt sick. Life was so complicated, to the point of being convoluted. Pinkie was thinking about war in general, but more specifically her father's war. She imagined the frightened faces, the falling bombs, ponies running for shelter. Those fighting in the war had been promised a brave new world, and then bombs fell from the clear blue sky above them.

Sue wiped another tear away from her eye, handkerchief in hand. She sniffled, staring at her grown up girl walk confidently down the driveway. Pinkie was grinning more profoundly than Sue had ever seen before. Pinkie couldn't wait to leave the house. She was free, and she was going to get married right away. Her new apartment was already furnished, all she had to do was say goodbye.

"Goodbye, Mum!" Pinkie called, beginning to walk down the street. She turned around and gave her mother one last glance, then walked more intently towards her new life. However, she was not completely excited. On the inside, Pinkie was scared. She'd never before left the comfort of Sue's arms. She didn't know what it felt like to sleep in a room where her mother wasn't simply a few doors down. She feared truly taking care of herself. Nonetheless, she was tired of being cared for and she couldn't wait to see what independence felt like.

"Oooooh..." Pinkie sang to herself, gently trying to calm her shaking heartbeat. She was no longer Mummy's baby blue. She was turning into a bolder shade of pink.

The repressive school days were finally over. The nerves and longing of dating were over. Her trials and tribulations of childhood would look silly to her as an adult. But what was important now? Pinkie didn't know.