Whispers of a Former Life

Alejandra drifted through the market, weaving lazily between stalls with Charity perched high on her shoulder like an obedient parrot. One of Alejandra’s calloused fingers looped lightly around the little…

Alejandra could feel tiny tremors through the pads of her fingers. Her Patrona balanced carefully in her palm, a trembling, tense little bundle of silk hair and false pride, soft…

Alejandra and Renata walked back towards the stall Renata was working at. As they approached charity saw a variety of little pellets. They had boxes of various types from Preematech…

Charity couldn’t believe how large even though younger teen girls were. They couldn’t have been any more then thirteen yet she could do nothing but let them strap their cheap…

Charity’s legs dangled helplessly against Alejandra’s chest, each step jostling her high above the bustling market like some living accessory. She could feel the steady flex of Alejandra’s shoulder muscle…

Listening to the sounds of your own car as someone else drives it is strange enough. But listening from inside a threadbare plaid bag on the grimy floorboards of what…