Unanswered Prayers
" Marissa, do you hear me?" Her voice quivered in the silence of the new base's mess hall, where every word sounded like an critical prayer.
" I am then, Marissa," replied Flora, her tone burdened with insulation." But I find myself wondering if these offerings are worth the ocean that now exists between us. Every day, I am wondering if I can ever fill this void."
" Voices do not lie, Flora," broke in Lieutenant Carter, his voice deep and reverberative in the darkened room." We see the pressure on your face, the weariness in your eyes. You lead with a strength that's lesser than the insulation within you, but you carry regrets like chains."
Flora soughed," Chains, yes. I flash back the nights when the silence was near blaring, when I misdoubted all the choices that h
