The Dream of Cows

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Review Chain


What art thou in mirror’s gaze? From whence and what direction do you come? In thine eyes I recognize spheres of memory, therein are worlds which, like vague thoughts stories tell, ache my heart, and moisten these eyes of mine.

If such stories tell, they speak of my childhood. Years back, and yonder many hills and valleys, upon the balded crown, a hill, myself as a boy am.

And there with boy, whose garments, unlike mine, are cheap and tired. He milks a cow on the sun-sated grass and yellow persephones. The boy dreams: far away cities in his mind. But I, a man of wealth and citizenry, dream of hills and cows.


Submitted: October 26, 2020

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Archia

I really liked your little story. I think your story captured that part of childhood that always wants more but realises it's different once we get it. It was a nice read.

Mon, October 26th, 2020 11:43pm

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Great analysis! Thanks for reading.

Tue, October 27th, 2020 6:58am

Serge Wlodarski

Nicely done.

Tue, October 27th, 2020 7:28am

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Thanks for reading! And for the encouraging comment.

Tue, October 27th, 2020 6:58am

KatV

So many of us move out, up, and away to something very different from where we began. And still many of us stay put and only dream of moving up and away. Nice, picturesque memory; you tugged at my emotions. Write on!

Wed, October 28th, 2020 10:04pm

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Thanks so much for reading and for your encouragement!

Wed, October 28th, 2020 7:54pm

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