Movie: Memories

“I’m sorry,” he said, and the words were not a lie. They were a trailer for a new kind of movie—one he would have to direct himself, one scene at a time, with no rewind button and no audience but her.

Elias grunted. He had no interest in reliving his greatest hits. He’d been a war correspondent, which meant his greatest hits were mostly mortar blasts and the hollow eyes of orphans. But Mira was persistent, and the silence in his skull was growing louder than any shelling ever had. memories movie

Mira smiled, rain on her lashes. “For what?” “I’m sorry,” he said, and the words were not a lie