Anna Esparza

Two Voices

Gillian pushed open the swinging doors and stumbled one foot in front of the other into the saloon. His eyes sitting like boulders on top of his pounding forehead, his feet sweating in the heat off the morning. He eyed the second stool at the end of the bar and sat down. He couldn’t remember what happened last night. All he knew for sure is that she was gone. Why did she leave? What did he do? He tried to piece together the events from the night before. There was screaming, flashes of deep red hair, and the wall his fist had punched an eight inch size hole into. His hand, now covered with bruises and old blood from the wound, ached and was in dire need bandaging.