by SimonDoom
Suzie looked at Simon with a gentle look in her eyes. She poked him gently on the shoulder. "You're just an old softie really, aren't you? That was lovely."
Across the plaza, the old bullfighter looked up. His crinkled eyes creased and the sun never saw them. He shook his head. "There's always next year, if that old bull doesn't get me first."
Perhaps you can do a follow-up ... an old man and the sea ...
Nice, terse writing. And the ending is a delightful reveal.
Very good story in the word limit allowed with a great ending that really makes the tale. Well done!
5*
Love the use of simile, nice tight but erotic sex scene, love the ending.
Nicely done! Evocative, tight writing, reminiscent of Hemingway. Five stars.
I thought the story was okay and liked the idea behind it. You kept it simple which, in something short, I think is essential.
What did ruin my enjoyment, because I found it so irritating, was your continual reference to “the old bullfighter” or “the bullfighter” and “the beautiful woman.”
We know who they are and if they had, after being initially introduced, been referred to as “he” or “she” or, in her case, “the woman,” with just the occasional reminder he was old and a bullfighter and she was beautiful it would have been much better and made reading it more enjoyable. Think Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler.
I haven’t voted and I think my comment shows why. A real pity because I think the concept of a woman being harder to defeat than a bull is an excellent one with which many men will agree.
He was not Hemingway. Not on the outside. But on the inside, he was Hemingway, and he told the truth. Like Hemingway. He told truthfully of bulls, and of beautiful women, and of being old with bulls and beautiful women. The bulls were strong and brave, and the women were strong and beautiful. The bullfighter was old, but he, too, was strong and brave and even beautiful in his own way. The women saw in what way he was beautiful, and loved him for it. And it was good.