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Fiction – Year V – Number 41 – October 2020

    LUCKY by Zachary Aborizk

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    Lucky By Zachary Aborizk It is raining as it usually does around four p.m. in Florida. The humidity in the air is frustrating to say the least and my body sweat is beginning to show through...

    FOR THE COST OF A STEAK DINNER by Randy McIntosh

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    For the cost of a steak dinner By Randy McIntosh “I love a good steak,” the old man held up his fork with a cut piece of meat dangling on the end, “it’s so hard to...

    BEING GOOD by L.A. Robbins

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    Being Good by LA Robbins ‘I am going to kiss you so hard you’ll never forget it,’ Rod announces as I leave his yard to go home for dinner. I smile uncertainly because I want to...

    THE SLOW BREAKUP by Melody Sinclair

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    The Slow Breakup Kelly’s SUV is packed with seventh-grade boys going to their first school dance. Their bodies reek of too much competing cologne, a chemical stench that barely masks the greasy smell of their...

    DROPPINGS by Woodie Williams

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    DROPPINGS by Woodie Williams “Are they in yet?” “Quiet,” I hissed. I heard movement outside the door. Maybe it was just the wind playing tricks. “Well?” Jimmy whispered. “Dude, chill out. I will let you know. Just be quiet.” The early...

    DOG by Sarah Jane Justice

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    Dog By Sarah Jane Justice The outer suburbs wear a constant dressing of lawn maintenance sounds. Any day not marked by the rare appearance of rain holds the background noise of a lightly whirring motor, blending...

    SHE WANTED IT TOO by James Buchanan

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    Mat balled the bagel wrapper and tossed it on the table. “Why the fuck did she tell you?” “I don’t know. We were arguing.” “About what?” “The usual stupid shit.” “I don’t know what to say.” Mat’s eyes...

    THE GOVERNMENT’S BABIES by William Paterson

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    The Government’s Babies Anne placed a gentle palm over her stomach with cheek pressed against the cool passenger-side window. Stasia drove, the car weaving the unusually empty streets of suburban Boston. Droplets of late summer...

    CLOSURE by Laura Dunn

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                Marnie found her way to the seemingly abandoned desk after fussing with her umbrella. Although it had been a short walk from her car it was raining hard enough to soak you in...

    SENSIBILITY by Malka Daskal

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    Mavis has only been home from the hospital a month when Ethan informs her of his upcoming business trip in three weeks time. Ethan is a futurist; a job title Mavis believes to be...