Not quite God

‘Well, not quite God, I’m afraid,’ says the voice in French, a huge smile eating his face.

‘Nat, are you OK?’ says Antony. ‘I’m sorry…’

‘What do you think? Of course I’m not OK,’ I snap. I shake and wobble, my face is burning.


Lost in your time



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