The Boston Unit


Etta woke up face down in the weeds, curled up in a ball. She thought she had fallen asleep in the park, but this was not the park.

When she got up, her father’s machine was nowhere to be seen, not even any pieces of it, and she knew she was in very big trouble. Trudging through the field made her very itchy, and after twenty minutes, she started to cry. When she felt hot breath on the back of her neck, she screamed.

It took her another hour to understand that the cow wasn’t going anywhere and that there would probably somewhere be a barn it was headed for. Just like the pet cow her grandfather used to have, this one seemed pretty easy to deal with.

She hoped they would get back to civilization before dark.

This picture is part of the Fringe Forward Project, an ongoing monthly series of speculative art.