Aug 11, 2021
3 min read
Fiction
The Bull
The sun was out and the day was hot. The bull stood in the grass like he did most days. It rained that morning and now the air was thick with steam and humidity as the mud filled field dried.
The bull stood there, his tail swiping back and forth, swatting flies. The warm air irritated the bull. He longed for the colder days when the leaves changed. He was tired of the sun. Just one more day in the cold crisp…
