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La Viejita

La Viejita

by Julian S. Garcia “¿Me Escuchas? Viejita,” the voice said. “What? ¿Que?” La Vieja turned in the direction of the voice. His tone was dark almost threatening, like a flickering snake. “Are you listening to me?” the stranger asked. She was wearing new bifocals and disliked them. She could barely see the blurry image ofRead more about La Viejita[...]