Blog Entry #40

It has been two days ago when we came back to the house and we were still not done cleaning up the mess that the flood left us.

     It’s ten past nine now, my parents are fast asleep from exhaustion. My newly replaced bed sheet was a comfort beneath my body. I sat up and touched my back to the headboard as I looked outside. The sky was nothing but a dark paint splattered across a blank canvas. There was nothing—not even a single glimmer in the darkness to reveal the tiniest of light except that of the moon which cast a faint glow on the river. It was just like any other nights I have watched before.

     I didn’t think tonight would be different at all.

     There by the riverbank in a distance walked a bull. It was not like any other bull I have seen before—I didn’t think I ever saw one until now! This one was strangely enticing with its silken coat and shining horns, and most of all—it was covered with gold! Frightened and agitated, I ran towards the back door of our house and as soon as my slippers touched the damp ground I slowed down, careful not to startle the golden bull.

     I watched as it drank, a few drops from its golden coat dripped towards the water. I beamed in amusement. I knew bulls were not to mess with but this one in particular looked entirely different.

     A few minutes later, it was done. Just like that, it started walking towards the street and to a nearby church. A blinding white light flashed at the sky and it was the only thing that brought me back to my senses. I ran back to the house and divulged on my bed.

     What I just witnessed created a wildfire throughout my body. My fingertips felt like they could sputter electricity and my toes were tingling with excitement. It felt like what happened was a secret I could never tell anyone.

     It was as if I was given magical powers that no one else could ever see but me. I might not be able to show it off to anyone, but at least I get to keep it.

This blog post is included in the series, “The Golden Bull: A Retelling,” a folklore rooted from my hometown, that I recreated for school purposes.


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