Smallara

Charity watched helplessly as the massive bag she’d spent what felt like an eternity inside was lifted without her in it. The simple act, Alejandra’s fingers closing around the straps…

Charity didn’t remember falling asleep in the darkness of Alejandra’s battered backpack, only the numb black of it, the stale air, the scratchy fabric pressing against her cheek as the…

Alejandra Jiménez trudged up the winding driveway that once made her feel so small. Every step up the wide, perfectly paved path was its own quiet victory. It was late…

Inside the dingy plaid cave, Charity strained to make sense of the chaos that was now her entire world. When Alejandra stood from the cracked plastic chair in the laundromat,…

Inside the stale, plaid darkness, Charity curled tighter into herself, arms wrapped around her shins, forehead pressed to her knees. She could feel every motion Alejandra made,  the swing of…