Malkata

It's amazing how people define roles for themselves and put handcuffs on their experience and are constantly surprised by the things a roulette universe spins at them. Here am I, they say, a housewife who merely went out this morning to bank the proceeds of the Playgroup Association's Car Boot Sale, on the run with one million in stolen cash and a rather handsome man from the Battery Chickens' Liberation Organisation. Amazing! Here am I, a perfectly ordinary hockey player, suddenly realizing I'm the Son of God with 5 000 devoted followers in a nice little commune in Empowerment, Southern California. Who'd have thought it?