MOO by Marcus Speh

The cows turned as I mooed deeply  from within my chest. When they began to move towards us, the bull looked nervous and pushed his harem around and away. I mooed again and now a stampede began. I looked at my daughter and before the splendid wild cows reached us, I could see a glimpse of admiration in her eyes: the men in her future would have to be able to moo just like that. Nothing less would do for her, this much was clear.

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10 responses to “MOO by Marcus Speh

  1. Matt Potter

    Ha ha … I love stories about cows. They have such gorgeous eyes, and who could beat a story about a father bonding with his daughter? Way too primal to be unappealing!

  2. Al McDermid

    That’s some impressive mooing! I love this. Really wasn’t expecting so sweet from this theme.

  3. I agree that more than the mooing was impressive. You did a great job with few words. Well done!

  4. LOL

    It takes a certain kind of courage to moo at cows. :)

  5. enjoyed this “MOO” a lot!

    and on the theme of animals.. i borrowed the rabbit from your mafia story for my allergy story, gun included. :)

  6. Ah… this is great! Peace…

  7. thanks guys. i flashed thee gladly.

  8. Very effective flash fiction. You set the scene in a small space and I like the tone a lot

  9. deepee10

    ..the men in her future would have to be able to moo just like that. Nothing less would do for her, this much was clear…I can’t even begin to say how much I love and admire this. It leaves me speechless it’s so good, so very very great!

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