Short Stories WR Woodbury

Apart from picking his guests up at the airport and depositing them back there intact after two weeks, Sid’s job was to make sure his clients stayed out of trouble while they were guests on the island.  They weren’t aware that the Greek police had no qualms about bashing them around to make them behave. On torrid alcohol fueled nights, tempers frayed. The English and Italians threw boulders at each other across the square.  Stepping over drunk young men who could no longer walk was commonplace.  Sid would give them a quick glance to see if they were his clients and whether they were breathing or not.      At the local tourist agency, his company was assigned a desk where the reps were expected to put in daily office hours to sell excursions to visitors who didn’t plan on spending their entire holiday at the beach.  There were day trips to the valley of the butterflies and to the Island of Symi.  He had heard of clients attending the ...