The Currant Mite Letter
The cracked bird feeder has been sitting on my porch rail for six months now and I still haven't thrown it away.
Stories in Letters & Transcripts tagged dry and wry, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 12 to 14 minutes. Writers to know: Tangent of Ridge, Quartz Bridge and Echo Ink. Readers usually start with “The Currant Mite Letter” and “When the Doorbell Betrays You”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
The cracked bird feeder has been sitting on my porch rail for six months now and I still haven't thrown it away.
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