The conquistador cried in the night, no tears, just all puffy between the ears about how he conquered via tunnels of red silk, waved without asking if there would be any valor in the end. Except for the girl with perfect porcelain skin in the front row, the ring was practically empty last night in a new foreign country.
In the morning, he went downtown for a new suit at his next show. He knew the only thing that mattered was to see how it would fit. It wasn’t his fault when the saleslady suggested he try it on for size. A sideways glance and straight face in her direction caught his mind briefly and during that moment he knew there was no chance of breaking the bull.
She led him down the narrow hallway and opened the door, ”It will look good on you.”
He maneuvered his muscular legs like a dance on one foot, cinched the belt tight around the waist, and tore a small hole. Not noticing, he enjoyed the silky smooth feel on his skin, turning back around twice before returning the shiny gold sequins to the tailor.
“Sew them on better,” he instructed, “I’ve no time for sudden disgrace.”
That night the conquistador faltered and fell on his face. When he looked up he saw her turn bitter. She yelled out at him, “Never again will I offer you a chance to try it on. You destroyed such loveliness with your inability to stand straight,” and she huffed off alone in the cold night.
Unnerved at her malevolence, he arranged for the bull to be slaughtered and brought to her wrapped in billboard posters of him standing valiant alongside a conquered bull, blood running from where the spears pierced between ribs stabbing his heart.
She quickly tore off the paper, burned the meat, and fed it to her Pekingese dog for dinner that night.
The next day she returned to her shop and ordered three stained glass swords from India and hung them over the neon pink Open sign. She exchanged all the costumed suits for silk custom-colored neck ties in various lengths which sold quickly for top dollar. When asked how she handled the bulls in her shop, she laughed and said, “Oh sorry, I don’t understand what you mean. There are no animals allowed in my store. I can always spot them before they enter the door and point them across the street where the butcher sells delicate meat.”