Eco-cow
A short story

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The two men popped open the Tesla's doors, thump thomp, and stepped out into a blooming orchard. The air was a herbal tea. Honey bees bobbed between the peach pink flowers.
Thunk thonk bip-bip, and the guy wearing the “One Earth, One Home” t-shirt blurted, ‘really cool car.'
The man wearing the suit shrugged his hands.
‘But you know what's even cooler?’
The man gestured up the grass path that cut through the orchard and into a meadow.
‘Yeah,’ the guy put his finger up, ‘but they're not over there,’ and he grinned and turned and walked off into the rows of trees.
The man glanced back toward the meadow before he moved to catch up with the guy, ‘…good about owning a Tesla, but light ICE vehicles only make up one tenth of greenhouse gas emissions, whilst methane from cattle is responsible for sixteen percent! And so we all need your investment if we're going to tackle climate change...’ The man had heard the same spiel on the drive in. It went in one ear and out the other until, ‘-first one to see it!’
He blinked. He was at the foot of a ladder. It was set against one of the trees. He looked to the guy. The guy looked to him.
The steel rungs were warm from the sun. The bees were buzzing about his face. He reached the top and peered about at the dense foliage.
‘Just pull apart the branches,’ came a voice from below.
The man pulled apart the branches to expose red meat muscle twitching, jittering, swelling, and contracting. It shivered.
‘Eco Cow.’
The two men popped open the Tesla's doors, thump thomp, and stepped out into a blooming orchard. The air was a herbal tea. Honey bees bobbed between the peach pink flowers.
Thunk thonk bip-bip, and the guy wearing the “One Earth, One Home” t-shirt blurted, ‘really cool car.'
The man wearing the suit shrugged his hands.
‘But you know what's even cooler?’
The man gestured up the grass path that cut through the orchard and into a meadow.
‘Yeah,’ the guy put his finger up, ‘but they're not over there,’ and he grinned and turned and walked off into the rows of trees.
The man glanced back toward the meadow before he moved to catch up with the guy, ‘…good about owning a Tesla, but light ICE vehicles only make up one tenth of greenhouse gas emissions, whilst methane from cattle is responsible for sixteen percent! And so we all need your investment if we're going to tackle climate change...’ The man had heard the same spiel on the drive in. It went in one ear and out the other until, ‘-first one to see it!’
He blinked. He was at the foot of a ladder. It was set against one of the trees. He looked to the guy. The guy looked to him.
The steel rungs were warm from the sun. The bees were buzzing about his face. He reached the top and peered about at the dense foliage.
‘Just pull apart the branches,’ came a voice from below.
The man pulled apart the branches to expose red meat muscle twitching, jittering, swelling, and contracting. It shivered.
‘Eco Cow.’
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.