floor and dressed. As he stumbled down the stairs he felt something grabbing at him. He got out into the street. He hadn’t run in years. It felt great. He stopped at a café and ordered egg on toast. He ate slowly, watching the people. Then he walked back home and spent the rest of the day pulling every scrap of ivy from the house, both inside and out. He dragged it all into the back garden and piled it up. Flames curled upwards, giving off a cherry-bacon aroma. Johnny went back inside and carried out the last of the Bronco Burgers. He threw them onto the fire. Two bottles of Cherry Sparkle were poured into one of the flowerbeds. He dug the neon-pink froth into the soil with a stick then stood watching the fire. The burgers sizzled and exploded. Sparks burst into the sky.
The third issue of Éclat Fiction (an online short story anthology). www.eclatfiction.com