Echoes of the Past
Memories surged like waves, each one crashing against his resolve. Pat saw the faces of comrades, the horrors of war, and the loss that followed him like a shadow. These weren’t just echoes; they were screams from the past, demanding to be heard. He gripped the table, the wood grounding him to the present. But could he ever truly escape the war that raged within? Can one ever outrun their past?
Echoes Of The Past
Calculated Words
Pat looked up, his eyes clear but deep with unspoken history. “Miss,” he began, his voice betraying a hint of the storm within, “I assure you, I have the means to settle this. But I won’t be demeaned.” His words were measured, each one chosen with care. They weren’t just for her; they were for everyone who ever doubted him, for every time he felt unseen and unheard. What power lies in speaking our truth?
Calculated Words
