Richard Vance Point Of View

I tried to subdue my involuntary thoughts of time, or rather my perception of its aloof nature, before stepping out of my property line and catering to the demands of the plump man. I know he didn’t mean to portray his business as such, or at least that’s what I wished to believe; however, considering the concoction of my encounter with him, the discovery of time’s volatile nature, and a growing suspicion that his hastiness was due to the displeasure of Richard Vance’s discovery of anything mine being near anything his, my thoughts became ruffled and distorted with distaste. I tried to remind myself that just moments before, even after the cue ball concluded our “conversation”, that I was not in such a state, and that it seemed most evident that time had subconsciously affected my peace of mind prior to me ever allowing myself to have it. I’d almost forgotten why I had even taken leave of my house. It was as if those encapsulating and disruptive thoughts seemingly sheathed my awareness of my surroundings before the objective, that was my cow, vented a rather loud moo
Nevertheless, taking into consideration the irrelevance of my input with respect to the weather, I unhinged the clutches from my hips and clapped them together in satirical, psychological preparation; and although I had braced myself mentally for the physically taxing agenda ahead, upon my clap resonating through the media of the whipping wind, the cow immediately stood to its feet and promptly jolted for the barn door that remained open from the previous day. It was as if she’d caught sight of a ghastly apparition that force-fed fear down her throat, and I continued to question the provocation as I watched her sprint for the door without ever pausing or turning her