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the ones I can see from here, without digging.” David looked down at his bare feet. Black, curling hairs wrapped around the tops of his toes. Both him and Sarah were naked. His wife looked the better for it. He was all beer curves, and bruises, scratches and bites from the other woman. The “other woman”, what a sad and soiled term. He moved his eyes away from his own body and looked at Sarah. She had been going to the gym for the past two years. Recently she had upped her game and it had become four nights a week. She said she liked sweating with strangers. She had told him it was a strange and delicate type of intimacy. He had nodded, and then indicated that she might think to seek professional help on that matter. That was when they still laughed about things. David was going to try and negotiate with nostalgia, but gave up almost immediately, simply because he couldn’t remember any of the good times. For him, it was all swamped up with jealousy and bitterness, and he was pretty sure it was the same for Sarah. The nearest he could get was a time when Sarah had told him he wasn’t man enough, and to prove her wrong he had thrown a bottle of beer through the television screen. The bottle was half-full and had stayed lodged into the television, upright, not spilling a drop. They had been watching a nature programme about Polar Bears and their mating 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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