The Story of Charlie
Charlie came into our lives on the thirteenth of December, 2004. It was a dark and stormy night, and the airport was closed, but the pilot, a bloodthirsty lascar hired in Singapore the year before, landed anyway, ignoring warnings and threats from the tower.
We approached the plane. It was still and dark, but in a flash of lightning, we saw the pilot in the cockpit. We waved. He waved back. Beside him, in the co-pilot's seat, was Charlie, grinning diabolically.
A shot rang out. A siren sounded in the distance. Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Rain fell in torrents. The wind blew in angry gusts. Charlie yipped. The pilot flinched. Lucy smiled.