Monday, September 9, 2013

No Trespassing

No Trespassing

The cow was glowing as she stood in front of the sun. I knew I shouldn’t be in the field, but there I was.

She licked my extended hand, her rough wet tongue embracing it. I noticed the tag dangling from her ear, a curious silhouette.

The loud crack seemed far away, the sudden pain closer. I saw a figure standing near the farmhouse, vaguely, its arms raised.

I knew I shouldn’t be in the field, but I was.