Humming Cows.

My mind only works in scenes. But I can see this possibly becoming an actual story with a plot.

Just because there are more cows than people, and more barns than houses, does not mean you are Nowhere. But we are in the middle of it. On top of the largest hill in the largest cowfield in the whole midwest.  The sun is at an angle. It lights up the field without that miserable heat that feels like it could last all Summer. 

Me. Max and Sam. Six grams. 100 cows.

We take turns and wait for things to get distorted. I mumble a 'Thank God' and I hear Max say something that resembles 'I hear you, dude.'

 

All the cows start to hum. Some starnge repetitive sound trickles from the open barn door. Music. The field is too green.

I am a blade a grass. I am the most important blade of grass. I will rule over all other blades of grass. The humming cows will respect me and not poop on me. They will do my bidding and the hill shall be my empire. Kids will not climb my empire and sit on me and squash me with their huge asses so they can redefine reality with their drugs and metal music. I will stab them.

Max touches my knee and I realize that I am, in fact, a human.

 

I want curly fries.

Reviews

[nostal]

nice

[Hedra Helix]

you are a f*****g time machine for sure....Ooo or drugs. Yes, you are drugs. Good ones. I needed that. I was getting too old. Thank you.

[Zatoichi]

That's a great image- humming cows......
I lived on a cattle farm off and on as a kid. This helped me remember some of the good of growing up on a farm

I am a blade o' grass. if you're gonna use a contraction, that's the proper one.

this is a great scene. 2 more and you have a 3-act story/play/screenplay.