Reply To: The Eights’ Shift, Stories
“The fact of the matter, Finnley,” Liz whispered confidentially to her dear freind, “ is that I feel scared to say something discontinous now, which results in me saying nothing (or rather, not all that much).”
“Leave it with me, Ann dear” replied the resourceful Finnley. “I’ll have a word with God about nonsense.”
“Liz” corrected Liz.
“Oh dear. I think you’ve been infected with the continuity virus.” Finnley looked worried.