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Fiction – Year V – Number 40 – September 2020

    FIREBREAK by John Tavares

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    FIREBREAK John Tavares When Spirit called the reception desk for the results of blood tests, Dr. Windier insisted on a follow-up appointment at the clinic. The locum doctor said she couldn’t reveal the results of her...

    THE WELFARE CHECK by Tara Flaherty Guy

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    The Welfare Check Joe Harkness stamped his feet outside of his squad car, trying to knock as much of the grey slush from his boots as he could before sliding in.  It was a futile,...

    SCHOLARSHIP by Maria Tsirona

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    Here she is, then – sitting across him. In the armchair, in front of his desk. Efstathia. And exactly what he was afraid of, is happening. Because, right now, as the daylight collects its last ribbons...

    CONJURED by Mary Daurio

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                                  Conjured                                                             Jamie shivered, and pulled the covers closer around himself. He escaped into his book and illuminated every word with a flashlight. The sounds in the rest of the house...

    MALCOLM AT MIDLIFE by Kevin Taylor

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    Malcolm at Midlife It had been two months, which was longer than usual. She was prettier than some of the others, more interesting. Cassandra. Even her name was interesting. It was more than that, though–she...

    HOLY SWORD by Kevin Auker

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    Holy Sword By Kevin Auker As the summer sun rained down on the kingdom of Scarlet, manning his post as normal was the king’s trusted knight Xavier. His job was simple, to not allow anyone to...

    THE BEGINNING OF AN END by Max Johansson

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    The Beginning of an End After returning the pamphlet to where it had lain, Johan shouldered on his jacket, slumped down onto the porch and pulled on his leather shoes – tying the final knot,...

    DON’T TELL by Keith Manos

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    Don't Tell He stands next to my desk and uses this pen with green ink to mark my homework.  I’m so used to the red markings that every other teacher uses, I have to stare...

    DOJOJI by David Massey

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    DOJOJI  By David Massey             I am pacing, like a wild animal in a cage, waiting for Mr. Mason.  He will be carrying a gun, and I expect to die and my whole family, too.  And...

    BAD COFFEE by Alicia Young

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    BAD COFFEE By: Alicia Young             Kira twirled her index finger repeatedly around the metal utensil submerged in her caramel latte. She despised the waiting game as much as she despised the beverage, but she remained...