Echoes of Regret

" Adrian, do you ever flash back the way effects used to be?" Flora's voice was soft but pulsing as she spoke under her breath, her words not much louder than the steady jargon of drops on the windowpane.

In the quiet of the barracks after curfew, Adrian was sitting on the edge of his bunk, his voice a tale as he started to recall a memory." I flash back that night by the swash," he said, as if speaking to a ghost." Flora, you were laughing, your eyes foamy like the moonlit ...