The man stepped out of his slightly beaten car, a cold breeze shook a small stock of callicked hair above his right eye.
He closed the door and walked to the entrance of Pancho's.
As his hand reached for the handle, he paused.
His eyes traced his reflection's unshaven face, then looked into his lucid eyes.
They looked foreign to him.
He'd been looking into reflections for two years now.
Loose ends float around his world, he truly wishes would swing into his life. He'd had such purpose.
The pause ended. As it did, he caught it, the lucidity drained from his irises and an impact from behind sent him through his reflection twice as he smashed through the east facing door, then the west facing door.
He rolled through onto his feet, facing his flight path.
In the glass shards he saw a hero reborn. Beyond that was a white bull.
The hero stood. He looked at his forearms, now clad in a white sweatshirt with black splotches. Then back in the glass, a Zorro-like cowl covered the upper portion of the face and crown of the head. Slits revealed his eyes.
He thought about how cool he must have looked as he'd flown 30 feet and his clothes had changed.
He then became acutely aware of the bull's absence from his filed of vision and was again knocked from the ground.
He tumbled helplessly through the air, the side of his left knee was the first part of his anatomy to find obstruction in his flight. It met the top of a windshield of a 2002 Dodge Dakota.
He began to rotate around his center of mass from this secondary hit. He rolled atop the Dakota, and fell back first from there. His head-back collided with the front wheel cover of a hip Vespa knock-off.
His ending position was a hard landing on his tail-bone.
"ow"
He stood, sure of one thing.
"I am Cow Defender."
He'd kind of forgotten.
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Central Just
by July