The Cow: A Narrative Fiction

Words: 1153
Pages: 5

02, April, 1941
Well, mom, I hope you don’t mind me calling you this,....

“H-holy crap, did you see that?”
“What…?”
Eleanor shouts. “You-you-you-you have to see that! There was a-a-“ I craned my head towards where Eleanor pointed, but I could not catch a glimpse of what made her so excited. I turned my head back to watch the road carefully, annoyed by her sudden outburst. She continued to stutter, overwhelmed with astonishment, “P-P-Peter, we have to turn around!”
While shaking my arm, Eleanor shifted until her entire body was supported by her foot, and extended her entire left arm towards the back. “There is...” she lets out a burst of hysterical laughter, “it’s a goat standing on top of a cow!” I stare at her best as I can, with a skeptical
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There it was, a white goat, balancing on the cow. As the cow paced on the grass, the goat shifted tiny bits so it could remain undisturbed where it was. “Do you want to get a closer look?” I question, and Eleanor nods in …show more content…
The wonderful story of a magnetic woman, hell-bent on helping as many people as she could, just engulfed a reader. Ella Chase, Ella Chase, Ella Chase, I chanted in my head. The woman preserved by the people. All the information that I had received were just from the letters, but my conception of her was forming.
A kindly woman, yet strong. A guiding figure through hard times. A matriarchal fate, pushing out the thread of life. Every letter that I read, I fell more in love with the magnificent story that she produced. Nearly three hundred letters–a lifetime of correspondence from others who were also sucked in by such a caring, lovely person. I almost felt jealous.
Ella Chase was abandoned, her life found on the side of a road. How would someone so special to all those people be deserted, discarded, dumped? The hurt of being pushed out would never reach her, for she must have been gone by now. For that, I am thankful.
Subsequently, one huge factor into my fascination with her was the mystery. Neither Eleanor nor I knew anything of importance about her. Nothing. There was almost no complete information in her life that shaped her into the woman she was mentioned in the