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Spanish Birds

Outside the bull ring the birds flew. The birds enjoyed being silhouettes against the clean sky. They let the humans know it. The bird flew with a motion that said they understood one another.
   As Kev arrived with his friends he saw the birds move and thought about the death they were about to see.
   The Spanish Bird saw the birds fly as she arrived for the fight. She didn't know exactly what it meant, just that was something to do with emotion.

The bull fight seemed to take a long time. The bull was angry at being teased and attacked. He let human doing the attacking know about it.
   Kev sat behind the Spanish Bird. When the Spanish Bird turned away from the fight, she saw the way Kev was watching the fight, and so she asked, “How can you watch this? It is not good.”
   “What are you doing here then?”
   “I am here with my friends. I do not come to watch. That’s why I turned back.”
   Thinking of the birds he said, “it seems passionate though. Something that's caught in a single moment, like it'll never happen twice. It seems to take style and it is dangerous for both the man and the bull. In the program it says every moment is precision and passion. That is art.”
   “Art should be about life. This is not life. So it cannot be art.”
   “But death is all about life. If it is not about life then what is?” He answered.

After the death Kev and the Spanish bird headed off to different bars with their separate flocks of friends.
   They both separately noticed the birds were no longer there.
   The sky was becoming dark.

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