7.8.18 – Gory
We donned our gallant whites and strung that crimson about us as a vibrant accent. It wasn’t a scarlet letter but it still let on-lookers know of our willingness to play the fool and steady ourselves in the face of fear. Already we were bubbling with adrenaline, over-excited and nervous for what was soon to be at our heels. The crowd was swaying together, red scarves billowing about as we turned to laugh and rally with other faces that had taken on the same shade. Some had found golden courage while others let their hearts be lifted by the swelling of the crowd and sound of a gun starting us off.
The sharp ends appeared in red smoke, charging with swerving gait and heaving every which way till wall and man drove them back into a straight path. We were the danger dodgers, seeking to flirt within reach of its strike but never to truly taste the sting. All were corralled in the streets, herded through the narrow corridors and winding rivulets looking for an out if sharpness stamped too close for comfort. There were those that took less risk and clung to signs barely above the height of tossing horns and others still the waved and rallied us from the safety of windows and balconies well overheard.
By the thick of it none of the gambling crowd could tell who was leading and who was chasing. Shouts and cheers came from all around and mixed with the rattle of those bulls’ frames as we struck courageously at their hides to drive them back into the flow. Rolled papers, tied tightly, were swung with an increasing desperation as horns veered closer to our trajectory. A mad laughter was coming from some source and it only made us run on to the course’s end. Celebration would wait there for the survivors, a cool pool of water to bring down the fire of flight and let our nerves settle back to before we stepped in that lengthy ring.