Whispers of a former life

Charity’s body tensed as the creak of shifting bedsprings cut through the quiet. The rhythmic breathing that had filled the room like a low, steady tide faltered, then caught. A…

Charity’s eyes blinked open to a dim golden haze, filtered sunlight bleeding through the frayed fabric of plaid cotton above her like stained glass through a ruined cathedral. For a…

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…