BY MICHELLE ELVY
On my way to work this morning, I saw two cows fucking – OK, I guess it was a cow and a bull. They were right on the side of the road, no kidding. Not down in the pasture, or up the hill, but on the gravel shoulder, right there, so close that I had to slow my car to pass. And when I did, the one closest to me – the one on the bottom, the cow – looked right at me. Big bored browns, long lazy lashes. Like they know a lot but ain’t ever gonna tell. Made me think of that girl Peach – her eyes are like that. I’ve never actually talked to her, but I see her standing on the corner by the gas station. Skinny legs, rounded shoulders, bangs down to those eyes. I don’t actually think about fucking her. Well, maybe I do. But really, when I see her, I remember things I’ve nearly forgotten.
Sometimes I fill my Chevy just to have a look, and sometimes she looks back. In that moment I forget my wife who don’t look at me, kids who don’t hear me, supervisors who don’t listen. In those moments, I forget that I usually don’t look forward to much at all.
Sometimes I can’t wait to fill my Chevy.
Michelle Elvy has published work in numerous literary journals and can also be found at Glow Worm. She is also the editor of 52/250 as well as VOICES, where characters (flawed or not) have their say.
exquisite piece. wonderful, the lead up to the memory and then the lead away again via the chevy. loved it.
Cow pastures, such breeding grounds for a fertile imagination. I like the pregnant pause the story creates after “I forget that I usually don’t look forward to much at all.” The expectation is gestating throughout. And it just wouldn’t work if she drove a Lexus.
Love ths one.
Wow! That Chevy didn’t end up going anywhere near where I thought she would. As a result, I found myself traveling through this piece again and again, culminating in a new perspective each time.
Thanks for the ride, Michelle.
Wonderful Micro, Michelle! You really “pop the clutch” with the gender-switch; I read it as a feminine narrator, ’til I hit “my wife” in the second paragraph. *
Awesome job, Michelle. Love the narrative of this.
“Sometimes I fill my Chevy just to have a look, and sometimes she looks back. In that moment I forget my wife who don’t look at me, kids who don’t hear me, supervisors who don’t listen. In those moments, I forget that I usually don’t look forward to much at all.”
This is a great paragraph – it captures the thoughts of so many in this world, married or not, while they think about what they have and what they may want to have. Very nice.