Herd

A dry wind blows in from the east. It unsettles an ancient but live wire from a telephone pole, which scampers on the ground before fusing the dried grass. The fire spreads quickly, the field unseasonably dry. A cow is on the hill. It smells the smoke, which triggers a fear memory, the time she was singed in a barn fire when she was but a calf and had to be led out by a boy on a rope. The cow bolts, spooking the others. They follow her, herding toward the houses, for the humans, not stopping, not even...

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