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into a home with SpongeBob Squarepants stickers and the parting was so hard for he had been happy here, tending the concrete walls, laying on the windowsill his treasures, coloured stones, a cat’s incisor, and the boy had left my side and returned to them, his memories of three years here under the care of the Immaculada Corazon of Mary, so it had been called when they brought him to this place and he had prayed to her often, although it had since been rebranded the Centre for the Enforcement of Consequences of Crime, someone was standing for election and sign-painting was cheap, so the Madre de Dios had never heard his prayers, and now the voices, ‘Walk, boy,’ ‘Walk,’ were covering the tired footfalls of two officers and as they fought through the crowd the boy remembered me and asked, ‘Will you stay with me?’ at which I smiled, a kind of resurrection, and I said, ‘I will, I will,’ wondering how I knew this child, who during the bereavement for his cell had touched his pillow’s face where rested still the dent of sleep where he had found peace, not now, the clamour and the officers with timetables to keep and the men who screamed their ‘Walk,’ they’d all been paid except for those who hadn’t yet but longed to be and they were loudest, trying to be noticed, ‘Tienes que ser hombrecito,’ You have to be a little man, 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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