WHAT BECOMES

So. My head will keep on racing throughout this, I have no doubt.
Racing and running away.
Louping.
Breenjing.
Going a game with itself.
Which may well be a sign of weakness. Before I turned up I did need to consider my weaknesses and strengths, how best they'd be accommodated. In here I will have to be able to second guess myself, but that won't be a problem--I've been doing it for years, because it is the key to any comfort.
Given that I want a happy time.
What Becomes, stories
Saturday Teatime
A.L. Kennedy