Whispered Memories
Pat’s hand lingered on the door handle, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his simmering anger. Memories whispered in his ear, taunting him with images of battles fought and lost. Each step he took away from the confrontation was heavy, laden with a lifetime of regrets and what-ifs. The door closed with a soft click, a punctuation mark in his ongoing narrative. What do we leave behind when we walk away?
Whispered Memories
Reflections in Glass
Outside, the world was a blur of movement and noise, but Pat felt as if he were moving through molasses. He caught his reflection in the diner’s window—a ghost of the man he used to be. The image stared back, challenging him, questioning his every decision. Was he a hero, a victim, or just another lost soul seeking redemption? How does our reflection reveal more than just our appearance?
Reflections In Glass
