Whispers of a former life

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…

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…