Charlie had spent forty-two years perched atop the copper spire of 14 Elm Street, standard-issue brass rooster, chest puffed, tail feathers forever unfurled. From his vantage point high above the treetops, he had the best seat in the house. To Charlie, the neighborhood below was an endless, delightful stage play. He knew that when theContinueContinue reading “Charlie The Weather-vein by Coletha Albert”
