Confessions of a scatter-brain

There, on the tow-path, he laughed and told Dee he hadn't done anything wrong. This lad, with a front gap where a front tooth once lived, muttered.
'I just lost my way Miss; anyway don't you think Miss that it's a little bit dark for the swings and things!
Dee, feeling challenged and scared at the same time, lifted her heels clear from the clay but by then he'd leapt on the boat. The echo of motor-way traffic perpetually thundered in her ears.

Dee thought again of her nice squidgy bed then wondered if she had done the right thing by eoffering to be boy's brigade mum for a week. The bus-stop was nearby, no bus's then but she could get one early the next day.

Dee later heard his voice, entangled with his mates, about the lucky escape they'd managed when leaving the pub near the green; without being seen!

She couldn't ever write down on paper how she'd wee'd in a baked bean tin rather than pass these boys by. They a flotsum and jetsom of nature and nurture just strutting their stuff away from their parents at home.

Bill would probably be sleeping with Henry with his short bllack coat and wonky tail. Dee's shoulders peeped out from her sleeping bag so again she re-adjusted her body and curled like a cat then waited for day-light to come.

How might she know that the lively young officer, who helped her guide the boys that week, would die one day in a far-away land where there wouldn't be anyone there to hold him.