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Fiction - Year V - Number 39 - August 2020

    NUCLEAR GEOPOLITICS AND PLATO by Gracjan Kraszewski

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    NUCLEAR GEOPOLITICS AND PLATO  in a Bunker thirty feet below ground,  100 years in the future By Gracjan Kraszewski Trends...

    WHEN SUSAN MET BECCA by Carolyn Linck

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    When Susan Met Becca Even in her kitten heels, Susan O’Leary swayed softly like the couples on the dance floor, as Etta James’s “At Last” blared from the sound system. She walked across the lawn...

    SKELETON IN THE CESS PIPE by Max Watt

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    It was chaos in the close quarter lodgings. No matter where Mirka went people threatened one another and fought over scraps of food. Father had told him that it was where the hopeless gathered....

    NEXT by John Young

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    Since her death six months earlier, all sanity for Graham has been compressed within the contours of challenges, bright, tightly bordered oases of purpose and achievement in a world, flat and grey and devoid...

    THE CASUAL THINKER by Marcus Berkemeier

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    The Casual Thinker Many consider Samantha to be my best girlfriend since we’ve known each other for at least five years and, most weekends in Los Angeles, we are...

    BAR THE DOOR by Carolyn R. Russell

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    Bar the Door By Carolyn R. Russell I received the emailed query just before my nightly rounds: lock up the front door, turn off the house lights, check the thermostat, bar the rear slider door...

    SCIENCE PROJECT JOURNAL by Robert Dukelow

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    Science Project Journal Results of a Giant Sequoia Gene Spliced to a Lima Bean Plant Introduction Mr. Johannsen, our science teacher, told us if we wanted to earn an A+ this year we needed an...

    PLEASANTNESS by Peter Able

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    Pleasantness by Pete Able I took my wife out on the town. It was the same old town but a new restaurant we hadn’t been to before. An experience that I hoped would slightly expand our...

    PLAYING FROG by Cathy Adams

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    Playing Frog Justin wanted to get up from the floor board, but the game wasn’t over. He was still the turtle, and until Maggie called “frog” he had to stay there or he wouldn’t get...

    DEEP WATER by Sheila Kinsella

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    DEEP WATER Yellow flowered gorse flecks the hill as I climb up to Lyme Cage. As I reach the summit, the wind fair rips my hair from its roots. It’s hard to breathe when you’re...