Tag: burden-of-the-past, burdens, sadness, secrets, telling-stories, telling-the-truth, war, war-stories

I didn’t tell him that I’d put his awful stories in boxes and stacked them on a shelf at the back of my mind. I could hear a quieter version of them still, from their dark place, through all the other business that occupied my brain, but I wouldn’t unlid those boxes until I was ready to hear [his] stories again as they wanted to be heard.