Walking on the beach helped Ron build his strength, after the left side of his body was debilitated by a stroke. All sorts of things wash up on the seashore: driftwood, seaweed, and dead fish, to name a few. One morning, he found something peculiar: a ball of tangled steel wire. He took it home and began to tinker with it. Pulling this part loosened that part and so on, until a scene took shape, a bull fighting a matador. Ron knew he was one of them, but which? He wasn’t waiting around to find out. “Time for a walk!”
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Flash Fiction by David 
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