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Daniel Carpenter

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s we approach the outskirts of the city and the plane begins to land, I look out over the desert behind me and concern myself

with the final words from The Men from E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. “She’ll be late.” Printed on a postcard and slapped into my letterbox in the dead of night on a happy hour Wednesday two weeks ago. On the front, a Wish You Were Here holiday couple, trekking through the Sahara. The woman in the couple is clearly her, and even though the whole thing has been faked, I’m more than a little flattered that someone has gone so far out of their way to get me here. Maybe, if I was being honest with myself, I was already looking for a reason to leave the country. Too many questions. When I land I notice the differences immediately. Since the sandstorm took control, even streets outside the airport have been left desolate. 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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