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Now I see. I’m collecting evidence of joy like Mary Anning on the beach. I shall guide you through. ‘Through’, anything better than ‘through’? Cant think. I shall guide you through the day, my day, my moments of pleasure. That’s Kate Bush I am sure. Can I use that? I want to use that. I do want to use it. Come. Out of the cinema under the tunnel smelling of salt and pee, onto the beach. A young woman talks in Spanish on her phone, is she shouting? She neither looks cross nor happy just loud. Not a care for the noise she is making, speaking in another language in a foreign country gives you confidence, you can pretend that no one understands you even if they do, she can shout at her lover, her teacher, her mother and not be disturbed; no looks of disapproval no tuts of annoyance from the crowd. She is small and dark and perfect for that part, she strides along the esplanade and the sea doesn’t care. She is only here for this moment and then she is drowned out by a tannoy shrieking the order number from the takeaway kiosk. 133. A puppy strolls gamely looking for its next fix, you will do and he sniffs the woman’s ankles who giggles and strokes his head, a small red scarf wrapped around his neck at an angle that can only be described as jaunty. If dogs can be jaunty or angles on dogs can be jaunty. Joggers approach, two men, one panting like, no wait, it can’t be 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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