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Violet had the bucket in her hand. She glanced at the carrycot, hidden beyond the rosemary bush, and approached the fence, smiling, wiping her palm on her jeans. ‘Hiya.’ They shook hands. The woman smelled of upturned earth . ‘I’m Lyra. Saw your husband moving all the stuff in.’ ‘He’s not my husband,’ she said automatically, and then, ‘But I mean, yeah. Anyway. I’m Violet.’ ‘Right. Did you get our welcome present?’ She nodded at the shed. Violet whipped her head round, mouth agape. ‘That was you?’ Lyra beamed. ‘Everyone needs a nasturtium when they move in to a new place, don’t you think?’ ‘Oh.’ She re-tracked. ‘OK. Thank you. It’s lovely.’ ‘Nice to have half-decent neighbours for a change.’ Lyra rested her chin on her brown arms. ‘Not that I want to gossip or anything, but I’m glad the ones before you’ve gone.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ Violet leaned on the fence. She was aware of Jonas behind her. His nappy probably wanted changing. ‘Why’s that?’ Lyra shrugged. ‘Just...No. Don’t mind me.’ She giggled suddenly. ‘Pop round any time, won’t you?’ ‘Course. But – what about the ones before us?’ Lyra was already turning away from the fence. ‘For God’s sake!’ she called into the house. ‘I’m bloody coming, all right?’ 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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