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briefly, but relented as soon as David’s shoes were flung high up onto their masterpiece. It looked like fun. Neither of them felt lonely. Sarah topped up their drinks from the remaining whiskey. They had wedged the bottle in at the base of the heap, within easy reach. David drank the golden liquid slowly now. His head had begun to move of its own accord, and he was finding it hard distinguishing the walls from the ceiling. He focused on Sarah. “Are you moving about?” Sarah looked down at her pale, freckled body and let out a mild burp. “I don’t think so.” She squinted at David, leaning forward, her small white breasts almost touching her knees. “But you are.” David nodded, confirming her observation. He felt the bile rise swiftly and didn’t try to stop the vomit when it reached his mouth. He aimed at the heap and it came out in ridiculous, hyper-real arcs. It was a lurid pink and as soon as Sarah saw it, her stomach contracted and she felt the watery pre-taste in her own mouth. She got up and ran into the kitchen. She made it to the sink and the same obscene shade of pink emptied itself full-force against the plughole. She ran the taps slowly, watching the colour drain back to the dull, metallic grey of the sink. Tiny, cube-shaped leftovers of a vegetarian lasagne David had 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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