Man at War – Excerpt No. 60

Marc chuckled before saying, “Ever tried to hold back the wind?”

There was a glow of recognition in the Sergeant’s eyes. It was clear that this man spent time reading the Bible. Which might explain his reaction.

“Sir?”

“My Evelyn, like many women, is a force of nature. While a lady, her head is always swirling with ideas and emotions that dance like gusts across a still pond.”

Marc was counting himself lucky that he had not been up too long. Embracing le Marquis for this long was starting to wear him down.

“You might be able to grasp her, to contain her energy, but she’ll always slip through your fingers leaving only a distant memory to cherish,” Marc added.

a cinematic photograph of a serene still pond with a light breeze gently rolling over its surface, leaving behind intricate and delicate ripples that distort the perfect reflection of the surrounding lush green trees and clear blue sky, with the warm sunlight casting a golden glow on the scene, and the camera capturing the moment in a shallow depth of field, with the focal point on the ripples, and a subtle gradient of blues and greens in the background, evoking a sense of tranquility and peace.

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