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The music ended with a triumphant flourish of that bow, drawing out wild applause from the audience. Helen stood quickly as the lights undimmed, her eyes casting round. But she could not see Peter amidst the mass. She stumbled over legs, heading for the exit before the crowd. Under the awning she hesitated. Rain was slanting down in sheets. In her rush to get here, she hadn’t brought raingear. A figure, dressed darkly, huddled under a large umbrella beneath the tree opposite. Her heart thudded again. She had to stop imagining seeing Peter everywhere. As she stepped out into the rain, the figure shifted. Peter’s face resolved out of the shadow. ‘Thought I’d walk you home,’ he said. ‘Save you getting wet.’ He held the umbrella over both of them, then reached his free hand across to take hold awkwardly of hers. They walked quietly. Her feet churned though the sludge of fallen, sodden leaves and she breathed in the damp air. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘It’s difficult. But I like that you’re different. Please give me time.’

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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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