Mooing Colours – two stories
It so happened that a graffiti artist lost his way into a remote village farm. The farm was lovely and so were the two robust cows.
Given his usual reckless creative urges, and given that he had not earned a penny since long, the artist offered to decorate the animals.
The farmer was thrilled. Usually he adorned his beloved pair with bells, flowers and colorful mats. This would be something modern.
“Hope it will wash off??”
“Of course it will!”
The cows were soon painted in multiple hues in all possible shapes.
And over time, the bovine duo became the talk of the town. Oblivious to their changed appearance, they went around grazing, only to be greeted by over-awed villagers. The farmer loved his popularity.
Then something strange happened. The cow pair gave birth to a calf with skin as multi-coloured as can be. People come from far and wide to catch a glimpse of the little miracle.
One day the farmer decided he has had enough. He missed his original cows with their whitish-brown skin that would pulsate under his soft touch. But the colours refused to rub off.
In sheer desperation he hunted for the artist. Only he could help. But the artist had vanished into the same thin air where he came from. For artists, like magicians, can create anything out of space and time, but they themselves are not defined by space or time. Only by their free will.
One day, when he had given up all hope, the farmer came back home to see his cows in their original mooing colors.
© 2016 Alka Girdhar
This was my story in response to the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers by Priceless Joy. This week’s photo prompt is provided by S. Writings. Thank you S. Writings!
After publishing the above piece, I was still in a mood for magical colorful stories and so here’s another spontaneous one.
“Come sweeties! My Shona! My Lillie! “ Mrs Smith’s voice was full of emotions as she patted the colorful cows.
“Look at you. You sound as if they are your daughters Shona and Lillie” I teased her
“But they are my daughters”, Mrs Smith emphasised the word ‘are’
Making sure no one was listening, Mrs Smith explained “Yesterday both sisters went to a fancy dress party wearing bright colorful gowns. My naughty girls ended up having a tiff with a guy dressed up like a magician”
“Aww! And then…?” my mouth and eyes all wide open in wonderment.
“He wasn’t just dressed up fancy. He was a real magician. Turned them into…” Mrs Smith hesitated using the word ‘cow’ while continuing to feed them spinach she just bought from the Woolies.
“That’s too bad! But how did they come here…to this shopping center lawns?” I was sorry for Mrs Smith but also amused at the unfolding of her story.
“I had no space to keep them in my flat. Moreover here they can munch grass.” Mrs Smith explained, with her eyes on the ground.
“Ohh!” I giggled. The occasion was serious but I just couldn’t help it.
Seeing me laughing, she broke down “The crooked guy wants an apology from my girls”
“Well, if it is that simple. Why don’t you apologize on their behalf”
“I suppose so. That’s what mothers are for. I want my daughters back”
As we walked away from the girls, we heard them cry in their mooing sound. As if telling us to not go.
“Honey! I’ll be back soon. Will send your dad with his ute”
Mrs Smith was hopeful but I had doubts they could become humans again. In fact, I was doubtful if they were indeed her daughters or some real cows. But you never know.
© 2016 Alka Girdhar
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