Campamento

We were the only ones waiting for the train to Campamento.  This was where Miguel lived now.  He had been there four months, training to be a priest.  From what he had written, it sounded like a pretty rough part of town – pretty rough for Miguel, certainly.  At the bottom of all his letters he drew a slender, spidery cross.

(from ‘Campamento’, in Iota Fiction 1 (2009))

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