Voices on the Wind Comical Voices
Sonora, December by David Chorlton The drunk in the bell tower has nowhere to go in mid-afternoon except up the spiral stairway to the church roof where he stands on one leg near the edge with his arms held wide against the low lying clouds balancing faith with tequila as he moves to take hold of the rope that swings the clapper to let everybody know he made it safely this time he just closed his eyes and prayed.