The announcer’s garbled voice
echoed around the arena
as the buzzer went off.
The gate swung open
and the bull took his first crow hop.
Hand up, back jarring, rump slamming on spiny back
Slam, slam, slam then
Flying
Over the horns. Under the hooves,
A ton of angry animal bucking away.
“Oh too bad. Half a second short.”
Cowboy dusts off his pants, grinning.
Except his wallet, and maybe some pride,
all parts are intact.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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