“You’re such an a**hole. Why are you like this? Why are you always like this?”
It had been almost 47 minutes since Guy had insulted her. She knew because she was looking at her phone at the time, trying to ignore him until he stopped talking. And with that last remark, he did indeed stop, impatiently waited for a reaction from her for a moment, didn’t get one and left in a huff like a grumpy teenager.
These are trying times and whether I make it or not, there are going to be things that I feel that I won’t be able to put into words. There are things I would want my kids to know that for some reason I won’t make the time to tell them.
Most people would wonder what that sound was. It’s nothing like you’ve heard before. The mix of scratching, screaming and thumping all playing in harmony, muffled by 5 feet of dirt and a soft padded, wooden underground cell. The discord of dying.
Without outside distractions, you have more time to think. As a homebody, I’m probably not missing going out as much as some but even for me, with more time at home and limited stimulation, there is more thinking.