DEATH OF A MATADOR
By Everett Powers
Copyright 2012 by Everett Powers
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, entities, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No reproduction of any of this work whatsoever may be done without the express written permission by the author.
THE MATADOR, DRESSED IN tight high-waisted pants and a brightly-colored jacket, watched the bull burst through a gate to his right, then veer right, its eye drawn by a pink cape a junior matador had draped over the five-foot wooden wall encircling the arena. Unable to resist the movement of the cape, the bull charged; the junior matador yanked the cape back a split second before the bull’s horns would have shredded it. The bull thundered by, half a ton of fury and muscle.