The sun hid behind a cloud, casting the gorge into deep shadow. The rushing river laughed because it was now invisible. Ansna could no longer see the bull thundering towards her, but her ears spoke to her, and her legs knew when to begin the run. She’d trained her feet well.
“Alright, great bull,” her voice called. “Let’s dance.”
She raced towards the booming hooves, calculating closeness, dug her pole into the ground and took off.
As she sailed over the beast’s back, the sun sidled back into the valley. The hillsides hooted back the hunters cry. “Ansna, Bull Leaper.”
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
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Nicely done 🤗
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Thanks. Violet
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The bulls have met their match!
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They are a little puzzled
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The girl’s found her special talent, no doubt about that. I sense it’s going to somehow stand humanity in good stead sooner or later – meanwhile I am certain not a single bull will be harmed in the process!
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The ritual competitive feasting honours the bull
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Fun sport, Neil
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Perhaps less a sport than a rite
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Neil, I love learning the origin story of pole vaulting. Your story rocks.
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It could have been so. The aurochs stood taller then two men
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Oh My!
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Perhaps the bull mistaken her of a china closet.
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Or perhaps she mistook the bull for a dance partner?
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Just wait until this sport takes off!
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Thanks, Dale
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That’s one way to face your fears. Great story.
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Thanks so much, Will
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That was indeed a leap of the imagination.
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Thanks. I see what you did there.
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Exactly how myth and legends begin.
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Thanks, James
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Love it. Great descriptions throughout. You can really feel her joy when she’s in the air.
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Thanks so much, Laurie. I hope you also noticed the way nature and the parts of her body are described as if they were sentient
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I did! Brilliant. That’s how you could really sense her joy
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I was sure you’d spot that
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Dear Neil,
Sounds like she’s found an exhilarating sport. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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This has a strong Minoan vibe. Well done.
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Yes, I researched the Minoan bull cult
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An incredible rite of passage for her. Nicely done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Nancy
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I could feel the action and she obviously trained very well – not just her feet- and you could feel the elite level she had with her sport
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Thanks so much
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kids do have wild imagination. fun take. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Plaridel
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“Alright, great bull,” her voice called. “Let’s dance.” Love this line, it’s defiant, a challenge, and shows that she is strong.
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Thanks so much, Alicia
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Excellent piece of folklore of triumphant Ansna, the Bull Leaper!
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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