Painted in bright colors, the two cow statues stood in the center of the square. They immediately drew the eye. It was like gravity.
They hadn’t always been so bright. Once they had been a dark bronze, untouched by the slightest speck of paint. They had been a symbol of strength and power, the crest of the Lord Mayor. Surrounded by a fence black as night, they struck fear into the hearts of all.
Then the revolution had come and everything had changed. All across the city, the old symbols were being covered by new. Evil was concealed, buried under flowers and hearts.
Paintbrushes tamed the cows, making them more absurd than imposing. Nobody feared them now.
But sometimes as people walked past the paint seemed to be stripped away and the terrible beasts of bronze glowered at them again.
Paint can only hide so much.
Word Count: 146
This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and S Writings for providing the prompt photo.