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he never knew them. Why is he not at work I wonder. A woman in a grey two piece suit with matching hair skips lightly from the grass to the esplanade, her top serious and made of good wool but the skirt with pleats that swing like Doris Day. Her ID badge is fixed to the lapel and annoys, it spoils this picture, it’s the bungee that will pull her back to her desk. I want her too fling the badge into the sea and let her run and jump on the pebbles as she slowly descends the stone escalator slopes. But the freedom of the sun and the sea are enough for her, she likes her job, she can marry the e-mails with the salty air, it doesn’t jar for her. Skateboarders, four of them. I assume they are all together but as they gently move their balletic feet to turn and jump with small precision, they do not see each other. One can move the board 360 degrees and land like a dragonfly on a lily pad, the other tries but falls and by disguising his mistake convinces me that he meant to do this all along. I like him more, he is middle aged and too old for this board but his quiet enthusiasm pleases. I see two more now, on the bench preparing, like Olympic ice dancers, limbering up. A young man puts on black knee pads with care and his friend laughs. A mother and her son enter, the enthusiasm from the boy on the scooter infectious, he turns checking his mum is still behind and bellows for her to hurry up. She smiles. I want to go to, to have the small sandwiches 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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