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it made me feel immensely proud to do a quarter of it. I sighed. Tom looked at me and asked if I was OK. I’m fine, just tired, all this work makes me happy. No, I haven’t finished my tea yet. Yes, let’s go and sit on the swings. Weren’t you going to go home? I’d like the company if you aren’t too tired. He walked ahead into the pub garden and sat on the third swing, the one furthest from the car park. I was a few steps behind him. I wondered where to place myself. I was no good at trivial conversation and suddenly felt incredibly shy, my heart beating a little more urgently than normal. I sat two swings away and he talked for a while, rambled, about this and that. His job was a dangerous one and he told me about some close calls. One of the men in his company had almost lost a hand. I laughed and exclaimed and murmured when necessary. I leaned my head back to see the sky, now blackened. Stars were spreading themselves delicately across my line of vision, appearing when I looked for them. “What are you looking at?” Tom asked suddenly, and I realised that I hadn’t been listening to him. I wanted to apologise but as I lowered my face again to look at his, he seemed more curious than offended. I pointed, my fingers fluttering in patterns. The Big Dipper. The Plough. Part of Ursa Major, the great bear. If you look...there...it’s shaped like a saucepan. The two on the end there, they point towards the North Star. I twisted around in my swing. And that, there, that’s Orion’s Belt. The one ÉCLAT FICTION

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Profile for Eclat Fiction

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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