Señor Payroll

by Barrett, William E.

There is a bottling facility close to where I live, and while “bottling facility” might look like elusive high-security stuff to the random passerby, between you and I, it’s best described as a warehouse for bottled beers.

This morning, while walking my dog past the top-secret bottling facility, a man driving a forklift full of cases of red stripe beer had evidently just taken a too-sharp turn, or landed in a pothole, or had been drinking too much of his cargo, because his forklift was parked and in front of it was a river of freshly flowing beer from freshly broken bottles. And while this might seem a good dream to many people, myself included sometimes, actually, it wasn’t the most satisfying pool to wade in at nine in the morning. I share this with you now only so that, in this regard at least, you might better separate the dream from the reality. So remember: a river of beer by any other name… isn’t easy on the olfactories.

Article written by miette

Miette has been podcasting the best of world literature's short fiction since March 2005, when she was just a pup.

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  1. lisnterNumber543
    lisnterNumber543 September 19, 2006 at 6:49 am |

    Hi Miette,

    I am a regular listener of your podcast. I have to say i really like your choice of stories. But found my self chuckling at this one in particular. along with the one right before by naguib mahfouz. I really love the childish playfulness of the writers in these stories. Do keep up the good work. And let me know if you need any help 🙂

    Thanks,
    543

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