All Roads Lead to Mitla

“Necessita fumar," I tell my kidnapper. I don’t even know if I am saying it right or making sense, but figure he will understand as soon as I fish a Marlborough Light out of my daypack and light it up. He nods and motions for me to open a window. I can’t tell you his … Continue reading All Roads Lead to Mitla


Feeding Grace

The snow and rain had stopped, leaving wet piles of dirty snow to clutter the narrow streets. Grace could hear the cars barrel over it as they approached her. She trudged through it, wishing she had been wearing better shoes the night she had been thrown out. This was the factory side of town. These … Continue reading Feeding Grace