Whispers of a Former Life

Alejandra couldn’t believe what she was looking at.  She’d barely kicked off her shoes, the cheap sneakers squeaking against the warped floorboards of her tiny living room, when she’d dropped her…

Charity’s lungs pulled in shallow, ragged breaths as she lay motionless in the soft bowl of Alejandra’s palm, but even now, trembling as the giant girl’s eyes raked over every…

Charity’s breath caught in her throat at the sound of Alejandra’s soft, incredulous words.  "Pues, look at you now, patrona. So small. So quiet."  The words landed heavier than any…

“A Pequeño? I haven’t seen one of you up this close in a long time.”  Alejandra’s words crashed down on Charity like falling walls,  not just heard but felt, vibrating…

It happened faster than Charity could brace for, yet it also seemed to unfold in a slow motion panic she would relive forever.  She had felt the change immediately: the…

The gentle swaying motion of Alejandra’s strides had become something Charity relied upon, a rhythmic and predictable pattern providing a strange comfort amidst the overwhelming uncertainty of her existence. She…