One Last Beer
Old Sal never saw a drink he didn’t like. You don’t believe me?
Let me tell you something. You remember that billboard we used to have out on I-9, the one for that car dealership? People said the competition knocked it down for a lark but I know for a fact Sal was reaching behind him for the last beer, when WHAM. I smacked his hand. And wham. He crashed.
I died. He lived. Now that the old goat has finally made it to the pearly gates, we have a score to settle. He still owes me a beer.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers and I’m pretty sure it’s a terrible, terrible story. Admittedly the first thing that came to mind when seeing this photo was Tubthumping and then I started thinking of funny song lyrics we always get wrong. I still don’t entirely believe the real lyrics to that song are the real lyrics to that song….
15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: One Last Beer”
I love the tone and voice in this
Nice, the crash and bang well delivered.
Wow, what a great piece. I think someone will be getting a stern talking too. I love the way you have the one who died talking and not the other way around.
That was a fun read! Well done.
well done. for awhile, though, i thought he was searching for the lost beer. 🙂
Very enjoyable piece. I laughed at the end.
I hope there’s not too much score-settling going on behind the pearly gates. Could be unpleasant. I love your story – fun twist. Great voice.
I can see it, they’ll open their own bar ‘up there’. Fun story. 🙂
That would be so cool! Thanks!
Oh, what a cruel twist of fate.
That made me LOL
who knows what happens up there. thanks for stopping by on my blog.
Good story, Anne. Looks like the booze caught up with both of them sooner or later. Funny. 😀 — Suzanne
Ha! Ha! Funny story, made me laugh.
It’s funny, and I really enjoyed it! Have a great weekend!