Very Secure

El Toro

The crowd splits; the beast charges in my direction. A paralysis seizes me. Just stay still, close your eyes, it'll be okay. Now I understand the headlight effect. But I am no deer. I scramble away, unsure where to face while running. Look forward, lose site of bull. Look back, collide or trip.

I head for the fence, the way out. There are other dangers. I dodge a man. I dodge a horse. Almost free. I slide under the fence. Should have climbed it. Legs have reached safety, head and torso have not. There are spectators blocking my exit. I kick the assholes until they move. Safe.

I go for a walk, dusting off my clothes. My camera is missing, but what does that matter?

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