Yet another submission to Dude Write: Flash Mob, but I assure you, this story is not depressing like my previous entry. Enjoy! (The word count is 500 words. I swear.)
Never one to turn down a dare, Billy bravely accepted the challenge that would result in his demise.
It all started during a brisk day in the isolated mountain town of Pinesbury. The circus was making its annual round to the desolate village, and the townsfolk couldn’t have been more restless. Everyone stood by as colorful, mechanical gadgetries were moved from the hissing train to the dusty town square.
Billy and his friends gawked at the foreign objects that flooded from the carts. Suddenly, a loud, violent grunt disrupted the boys’ gaze. They snapped to attention as a massive beast was guided from one of the distant carts, a big, brawny bull.
Billy inquired to the others of the bull’s purpose. One of his friend’s spoke up, “It’s called bull riding, Billy. Ain’t you never heard of it?” With a shake of Billy’s head, the friend continued. “See that man dressed like a cowboy?” He pointed to a towering gentleman trailing the bull as if he were sizing him up. “His job is to straddle that bucking bull for as long as he can.”
“What’s so special ‘bout that?” Billy inquired.
“You act like riding a two ton bull ain’t nothin’. Betcha you couldn’t last a second on that thing” his friend retorted.
“Oh, yeah?” Billy didn’t have to hear the words leave his friend’s mouth. He knew this was a dare. One he was willing to accept.
That night, Billy hatched a scheme that would guarantee a shot at riding that bull.
The following day, he began for the cowboy’s trailer. It was hard to keep his head still with all the colorful tents and electronic buzzes surrounding him, but if he was going to prove his friends wrong, he had to keep focused. A group of clowns snapped him out of his trance. If there was one thing he was petrified of, it was clowns. He raced by the terrifying freaks and reached his goal.
Before he entered the trailer, he studied the spiced rum he’d hid in his shirt pocket. Surely this would do the trick.
Moments later, Billy departed the trailer dressed from head to toe in cowboy apparel. It took the entire bottle of liquor to inebriate the cowboy past consciousness, but he’d done it.
Donning a handkerchief, he masked his identity as he coerced the circus staff to permit him to ride the bull.
Within moments, he was straddling the massive creature within the confines of the holding cage.
He heard the gun fire as the latch opened. The bull bucked with much more force than Billy had predicted, and in a second, he was in the dirt. Knowing that he was the bull’s primary target, he scurried to gain composure. When he finally did, he turned for the fence. However, waiting by the fence was his foremost fear, a rodeo clown, frantically waving toward Billy. Fright took hold of him as he stopped dead in his tracks, allowing the bull the upper hand.