Julio

This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.

 

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“Good Morning, Julio” I said, placing a new pot of flowers along the others. Julio loved his flowers. Almost as much as he used to love to fight the nasty bulls.

Julio nodded his head in acknowledgement. Julio spends his days outdoors now. A least the sunny ones. His mother Juniata moves him inside when it rains.

“Gracias caballeros,” said a female voice from inside.

“It’s very nice that his mother takes care of him,” said Ed. “She never thought he son would ever be in this condition. So sad, don’t you think?”

Every week we bring new flowers to Julio on our way to the market.

“He looks bright this moment, doesn’t he?” said Ed. “Almost like the old days.”

“Yes, he was a grand el torero. He killed the bulls with style. The ladies liked him.” I replied.

“He was a grand looking boy,” said Ed. “Before the last bull gored him.”

“How old do you think he is?”

“Eighteen or nineteen.”

“Seems a shame.”

I think we will find some fresh fruit at the market this morning. The bull fights start at four this afternoon. There is this new boy I want to see. They say he fights the bulls with much style.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Not Every Day

…that you become a NASCAR driver.

But I did!

DSCN0743Eight laps around the Charlotte Motor Raceway. Average speed of 137 MPH. Fastest lap of 148 MPH. I can still hear the fans screaming as I come out of turn 4. The announcer says, “He’s taking the inside line and passing Jeff Gordon and the fans go crazy.” Well that last part I made up. I feared I would stall that big honking machine at the start line but that didn’t happen. On the last lap I push the gas pedal to the floor trying to  overtake the car in front of me and finish 1st. I wasn’t quite fast enough and finished second.

Being the good sport I am I went over to 1st place finisher and congratulate him. Holy molly the first place finisher was:

DSCN0750My wife!