Whenever Estrella Bonaventura walked past the ornamental bulls, she patted them on the rump. “Still here, boys?” she’d cackle. She’d made serious money on her “art.”
Chivo the former bull said, “I hate that witch, that bruja. I’m humiliated!”
Nix answered, “Humiliated? I’m the one painted with flowers!”
“Estrella’s curse placed us both in Hell.”
Nix said, “I think we can break her curse.”
“After changing a creature into something else, the essence of that creature must remain. If there’s one-thousand qualities that make up a bull, one original quality must remain. All of a creature’s essence can be focused through that one quality.”
“I can fart.”
“What good is that?”
“Quiet! Estrella is coming.”
Estrella patted Nix’s butt. “Still here…”
Everything about a bull, the power — the fury, went into one fart. The sidewalk cracked. Cars melted.
Estrella was already dead when her body flew into a tree.
The bulls escaped, normal again.
When you mess with the bull, pray for the horns. The other end is worse.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Look for the original prompt right here: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/fffaw-week-of-3-29-2016/