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“No,” the man was firmer this time, “we want it the way it is.” There was no point in arguing, Heather knew that. After all, what did it matter to her whether the ring fitted or not? If it slipped from the woman’s finger and was lost, perhaps she’d take it as a sign not to marry after all. This thought cheered Heather. After checking the tag on the ring, (£500, code D) Heather turned to the shelves behind her. She found an appropriate box, removed the tag, and placed the ring inside. When she snapped the lid shut on the ruby, she felt braver. “How would you like to pay?” She asked the man with a false cheeriness. The man reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wallet. It was black, cracked, and not made from real leather. “Credit card,” he said, handing over the plastic. Habit bound, Heather checked the credit limit. It was £500. When she looked up she saw that the couple were looking anywhere but at her. The woman’s face was flushed and the man had placed his hands in his pockets. Heather looked again at the credit card. There, embossed in silver, was the name Mr Bernard Girault. The couple she had been dealing with did not look, or sound, even the slightest bit French. She turned the card over in her hand. The too-big ring. The unnatural coupling. The obsession ÉCLAT FICTION

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Éclat Fiction - Issue 3  

The third issue of Éclat Fiction (an online short story anthology). www.eclatfiction.com

Éclat Fiction - Issue 3  

The third issue of Éclat Fiction (an online short story anthology). www.eclatfiction.com

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