the bull

The men, who had hired me, were stationed by the edge of the channel. All 3 faces covered in a smirk.
I was on the wharf, standing in my togs.
A man came down the drive, he was directing a lorry, it parked with its back to the wharf.
By now a crowd had gathered
My employers opened the lorry door. I began to panicked they had tricked me,a mad raging bull charged towards me!
I was shocked.
I felt my only escape would be off the wharf.
So I jumped.
It didn’t work the bull was following as feet tips touched the ice-cold watter the bull was upon me.