Story 4 - meadow

I was busy clearing out a cupboard in the living room when I found a package hidden in the back of the bottom shelf. It was wrapped with a string of rope, and something was written on the front. I squinted to read my aunt’s chicken scribbles. *this is a lovely painting but I hate it so much now I’ve seen the stupid cow for ten years. Maybe you can love it again.* I grinned. I could almost hear her say it. I unwrapped the painting and gasped. It was absolutely stunning. A meadow filled with flowers in all colours, with a cow standing at the centre of it, chewing, its eyes straight at me. I moved the painting left to right and the cow seemed to stare, still. I smiled, dusted off the painting’s frame with my sleeve and hung it on a nail in the wall. The picture perfectly covered up the lighter colour in the wallpaper. I grinned at the cow and said, “Here you go, Greta the cow, back home.” I could swear the cow in the painting smirked at my words.

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