'Tis the Season

Short Story

“Does anybody here sell beer or do they just lock it up?” 

The woman who asks me this has just hiked down the crooked road scraped through the rocky desert from Baja California’s Route 1 to Marcelino’s nameless bar built of driftwood logs and corrugated aluminum on a nameless beach. She asks this looking at dusty crates of one-liter beer bottles through …