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everyone knows. And his arms, his legs. His sword, there, the three going down from the belt – the middle one isn’t a star, it’s a nebula. One of his dogs, the Dog Star, Sirius. He nodded. “I think we were told this stuff at school. I don’t remember any of it. Do you know a lot?” I showed him all the star sign constellations. They’re just above the horizon, in every direction, they surround us. Zodiac comes from a Greek word that means circle of animals. I don’t believe in all that horoscope stuff but I think it’s a nice idea that they’re looking after us, holding the earth together. What star sign are you? Sagittarius? It’s over there. Half archer, half horse. Hard to make out, though. Scorpio is next to it, the scorpion, the arrow from Sagittarius points to the centre of him. I looked away from the stars for a second. Tom had moved to the middle swing and was leaning in to me, so he could see the stars as I was pointing them out. I was shocked by his nearness and swung away. He was smiling slightly. There was quiet. The pub was emptying out - that is, Alec was leaving, waving as he ambled away in the other direction. I needed every opportunity to distract myself from Tom’s eyes and shouted out goodnight to Alec. I looked at my lap, my hair falling into my face. “You like stars, then,” he said in a low voice. I nodded. I think they’re amazing. Not that they have any consciousness or anything, but... they’re very reassuring. They’re these big sparkling fires in the darkness. It’s 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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