Bisabuela

Where would anybody ever find meaning? Where could they make their mark? Yesenia had thought it lay in a city more than 300 miles away, just as far as she perceived her dreams were from being reality. Her reality was the arranged marriages they would have with merchants and the embellished wooden calesas that drove … Continue reading Bisabuela →

Winning Souls

The sky was ablaze in a cloudless blue, a scorching aurelian haze. No turbines could run and there was no force that could impress an industrious nature on a perpetual siesta such as this town's repute. All the lonely roads merely led to a desert of a sea. The town and its denizens were archaic … Continue reading Winning Souls →