Even Out

A short story

Photo by Manuel Meurisse on Unsplash

‘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.