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he’d seemed indestructible. Done boiled eggs for tea and gone to bed early. Never woke up. Someone said it was better than

months in hospital. It’d only been three years but the house had lost its fresh smell. Crumbs stuck to Johnny’s feet when he walked barefoot. He hadn’t realised all the things Nan had done till she was no longer doing them. And then there was the ivy. It was up to the top storey. Polished leaves waved through his window. When Johnny came here it only grew round the door. He could see now he’d been spoilt. All he’d had to do in the last few years was organise paying the bills. Online since he’d got his computer. He was good with numbers. Nan went up the high street every day. Butchers. Grocers. Greengrocers. She’d cook the same meals each week. Fish on Friday. Roast Beef on Sunday. Johnny was no good at things like that. 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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