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wedding plans. “Did you have a particular style in mind?” Heather asked lightly. The woman’s eyes didn’t rise from the carpet. The man placed a hand on the glass counter and leant forward, “something at the five hundred pound mark.” This wasn’t exactly what Heather had meant, but she appreciated the approach. If nothing else, it saved her having to skirt around the question later on. “We have a number of options in that price band. Did you want to go for a diamond?” The young woman shifted her weight and put a hand on the man’s elbow, “I’ve always liked rubies.” Overheard the floorboards creaked, suggesting Mr Parker had finished his lunch. Heather hoped he would hurry down and take over. He knew how she felt about the betrothed. She pointed at a tray of ruby infused engagement rings in the counter, “how about something like this?” The woman leant froward to look and the man stepped back. He didn’t look like someone anxious to be married, but Heather didn’t blame him. She’d tried matrimony once herself and had found it not to her liking. “That one,” the woman said, “in the middle.” 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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