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Becoming the Bull
July 23, 2007 in 299 Words, Bullfight, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Animal, Death, Fable, Fear, Performance | by davidbdale | 12 comments
Yesterday I was grazing and cruising the heifers in clover. This morning I stand at the edge of the bull ring in sawdust and bullshit and sand, listening to music to salute an armada, triumphant strains for a dusty empire from trumpeters sniffing for blood. Read the rest of this entry »
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