A difficult kind of dance

For A.B.

I’ve made your talk my destiny: plain, strong and the outcome of your rules. They are dear to you, and I can appreciate them because they’re yours and I can see where your need brought them about. You think yours is victory, but you sigh under your own impositions. I can feel it. If only I knew where I belong in this.

– James Steerforth ( © 2008 )

Written using 8 words from Café Writing: talk, belong, victory, destiny, plain, strong, rules, dear.