BYSTANDERS IN A BORDER TOWN

Mamá Renata lifted the washing basket and hobbled down the stairs. She looked out onto the cobbled street. Javi was there, running around with the other niños in the dusty sunshine. Señor Augusto swept his step. A Moorish Gecko skittered down a shaded wall and across the street. 'Javi, diez minutos,' Mamá Renata called. Her grandson waved. An … Continue reading BYSTANDERS IN A BORDER TOWN