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The Matador and the Yodeler

The care-free matador brought work home with him, dodging bulls by night and sidestepping commitments and responsibilities by day.

The stolid yodeler brought work home with her, bellowing music by day and shouting judgments and criticisms by night.

He reminded her of a song.

She reminded him of a cow.


This story is based on a title created by my sister, Lisa, while playing a microfiction party game that I will share via this site at some point in the future.

Young Love and Bullfighting in Spain

He flourished like a magician, his red cape brilliantly catching the light.

She looked up, and he thought he saw the briefest of smiles before she hid again behind her coloured fan.

His heart swelled, his soul soared, and his lungs collapsed under the hooves of the unusually aggressive bull.