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chickens, but only idly, as a sort of daydream. The hills were enough to be going on with. ‘Thanks for all your help,’ he said, wrestling with a deckchair he’d found leaning against the garage wall. He dumped a bottle of cider into the unmown grass. There was a tiny square of sun left on the lawn, and he manoeuvred the chair into it. ‘I’ve been busy,’ she said. ‘Got a surprise for you.’ He looked at her, one hand on the semi-erected deckchair. ‘Oh yeah?’ She indicated the shed and beckoned him towards it. ‘A sort of welcome present.’ He sighed, and glanced at the gently warming bottle. ‘All right.’ She waited in the doorway, holding out her hand for him to take. He didn’t notice it. He was sweaty with all the exertion, and he pulled at his T-shirt by the neck, like the tennis players at Wimbledon. ‘Is that what you’ve been doing all day? Cleaning this?’ She nodded at the interior. ‘Look.’ He squinted, and angled his hand over his forehead just as she’d done earlier. He grunted. ‘What, the nasturtium?’ Violet looked at Jonas sleeping, head turned to one side, one fist against his mouth, the other over the blanket. ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘I thought it could go in your office.’ ‘I’m not having a bloody nasturtium in my office.’ He turned. She ÉCLAT FICTION

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The third issue of Éclat Fiction (an online short story anthology). www.eclatfiction.com

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