The Impracticable Choice
" Flora, you are serious? You are asking for a transfer?" Lieutenant Hernandez inquired, his voice low as he leaned across the mess table, the clinking of spoons and shanks dying into a tense hum among the men.
Flora's aspect was bent , her tone strict over the pulsing beachfront of emotion that pigmented each judgment ." Yes, Hernandez. I can no longer stay then suffocating in the weight of long- held prospects. I want a fresh launch — a new place where I can eventually be relieve of all that has tortured me."
Captain Morales, having fitted himself into the exchange, frowned." But Flora, this choice is not simply one of leaving. It's about cutting away ties that may be pivotal to our concinnity. Why now?"
Flora replied with acid," Because day by day, each orde
