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mentioned that Alicia had been recovering from a suicide attempt when he met her. She discovered an old photo of Peter looking youthful, standing at Alicia’s side, his eyes fixed on her and proud. * The day arrived. Her work-PC hesitated then obeyed her instruction to shut down. Her arms were reaching into her jacket when her phone rang. Peter! ‘Helen, I’m so sorry. Something’s come up. I need to do a last minute review. It’s going to be a long evening.’ ‘How long?’ ‘I’m not sure. Could be very long. Don’t wait dinner for me.’ * As she forked up microwave pasta that lacked both taste and texture, her heart performed shenanigans. Nothing to stop her. Except Peter could be back any minute. Except he couldn’t expect she would just sit around and wait. Except she would have to have some story for where she’d been. The concert was due to start in fifteen minutes. The theatre was a brisk ten minutes walk away. No reason not to ring Peter on his mobile and ask: ‘How’s it going?’ ‘Fine. A lot to do still. Don’t stay up.’ 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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