Don’t run

‘Don’t run,’ the organisers are shouting. Nobody listens to them.

Either you run with the masses or risk getting trampled so here I am, right in front of the stage which I’m now staring at, still a little incredulous. I’ve never done this in my life. I’m a grown-up, responsible mother of two so what am I doing here? 

Lost in your time, a novel based in Paris

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