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Even Out
A short story
‘One Jagerbomb.’ ‘Make it fast. Got to leave quick,’ he said to the bartender.
Mike heard the voice. He felt a sudden surge of hot blood rise to his ears. He touched his right ear instinctively to see if there really was a trickle.
‘Umm, ok not bleeding,’ he whispered to himself. ‘But it could be blood,’ he spoke. He turned toward where the voice came from.
‘Look who’s here. Do you want to shake hands or do you want to take away something from me?’ he walked up to the source of the voice.
Lars looked up. ‘Shit!’ he muttered under his breath.
‘Do you want to take my phone? Sad, you can’t sleep with it,’ Mike said. He stretched out his phone to Lars.
Lars did not reply.
‘Hi Lars. Remember me?’ Mike stood his ground.
‘I’m not in the mood for this Mike. Not now,’ Lars replied.
‘Not now, not ever Lars. You will never be in the mood for this,’ Mike replied.
Lars felt his skin tingle with the smell of revenge Mike emanated. Mike had almost been chewing his words and spitting them out at him.
‘Hey Mike. Let’s be cool man. Say, you want a drink?’ Lars looked at him straight in the face and saw the cold glimmer of hatred in his eyes.
