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 a 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 reverberating in the darkened ...