Whispers of a Former Life

The car’s hum had long faded by the time Charity really noticed the silence. She was too lost in the soft static roaring inside her own skull, the place where…

Charity’s breath rattled in her chest as Dr. Garza prepped the injector. She watched the tiny glass capsule slip into the metal tip, so small, so neat, just a speck…

Alejandra settled into the hard plastic chair of the cramped exam room and lowered Charity into her lap like a docile lapdog. The faint hum of an old ceiling fan…

forgot to post today’s episodes ahead of time so this from mobile. Will post images and such tonight when at a computer   “We’re here, Patrona.” Alejandra’s voice drifted back…

The car’s low hum blended with the syrupy drift of Spanish pop music, each cheerful chorus a needle scratching at what was left of Charity’s pride.  Curled in the bottom…

Alejandra lifted the plaid back up and set it down on the bench. She lifted the flap. Charity could feel Alejandra’s order without her saying anything.  Beside Alejadnra on the…