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‘Hey,’ I say. ‘No need to explain.’ ‘It’s just, everything.’ She coughs, and I hand her a glass of water. She has to sit up to drink it, and I see how weak she is. ‘You don’t need to talk now,’ I say. ‘You need rest.’ ‘I need to tell you. It’s stupid, but I need to.’ I nod. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I really don’t. But sometimes it feels like I’m not really there. When I’m with you, or Katie, or wherever. It feels like I’m watching myself, doing whatever I’m doing, whoever I’m doing it with. I feel like it’s on television, or something.’ I smile, or try to. ‘Look...’ I say. ‘You know how I really feel, though? I feel like I want to turn it off. The stuff I’m watching. It just bores me. Annoys me, even. And I want to switch it off.’ ‘San,’ I say. ‘Sleep.’ I touch her knee, stand up, lean over, kiss her cheek. ‘Just sleep.’ And she does. * Katie’s dancing in a shaft of sunlight. There’s a cooling breeze coming through the open window, and Katie’s bare-legged and barefoot. There’s still a small circle of pink on her knee from where she fell in the park, and while she’s spinning, grinning, the music nowhere else but inside ÉCLAT FICTION

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Profile for Eclat Fiction

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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