Rooster
The motel hall is smoky. There’s music. Accordions. Guitars. A man sings in Spanish, about a country, a mistress. The end of the hall is quieter, but the noise behind the doors keeps me guessing: tangled bodies on a bed, a TV screen filled with gun fire, explosions, gavels, guilty verdicts. And there’s a woman screaming into a phone, demanding… Read more →