A Christmas Rose written by: Jim Bartlett   Fisher slowly slips even lower into the seat, stopping only when he’s finally to the point he’s left peering over the steering wheel in order to see the alley just across the street. It’s a never mind alley, dark, even at this hour of the morning, as a row of taller brick buildings, well past their glory days – though Fisher doubts there ever were any for that sorry lot – block … Continue reading A Christmas Rose