Dainon Moody's Blog, page 3
November 5, 2012
November 3, 2012
The Next Distraction.
When things went ahead and eked to a slow and a stop (as most things are wont to do), she made sure to say, in some of those last words, “On to the next distraction then.” I suppose that, if she’d actually spoken them out loud, I’d have heard the hurt a little louder and sensed the anger a bit more readily. There’d have been eye windows to peer into and heightened inflections and body language and a myriad of other pieces to go about reading and observing. As it was, we didn’t do things tha...
