COWS

by Matthew Stokoe

Beyond an immediate ring of desolation, lights glittered and flashed colours out across the world. And the colours were so significant then - each neon shade tugged at him with its promise of a different way to live, each glowing curl of tube-glass was an entire world that would close around you if you stared at it long enough and carry you off on warm purple nights to a place where there was music and people laughed.