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which slopped out on the way upstairs. On the landing, he noticed some ivy had grown inside. He pushed it out, slamming the window shut. Johnny mainly lived in his bedroom now. It was easier. Bed. Computer. Bathroom next door. He ate at his desk. Nan had laid the table with a white cloth, bamboo mats and cutlery you could see your face in. He tried to do it once but got the knives and forks mixed up. Nan put it right and told him to read his maths book while she served the Liver and Bacon. She’d also put a jug of water on the table. After nearly three years of his favourite pop, Johnny found water pale and flat. Cherry Sparkle was day-glow pink and fiercely fizzy. He couldn’t get it down fast enough despite it foaming up in his mouth and searing his throat. Each morning, he pulled ivy away and threw it onto the floor. He wasn’t sure what to do about it. He still hadn’t cooked one of his Nan’s meals. The meal he missed most was her special omelettes. He had ‘a two-egger with everything’, each Thursday. He’d watched his Nan making them. It looked easy. By the time Johnny had hacked a couple of holes to get at the computer his plans seemed ridiculous. Nan always said omelettes were tricky. He noticed some of the ivy leaves had a pinkish tinge around the edges. At twilight, it gave off a pleasant smoky smell. Soon it was growing in the bathroom and out of the taps, filling the bath with pink shoots and glossy leaves and clogging up the toilet. 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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