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Fiction - Year V - Number 42 - November 2020

    THE TWO-TAILED MONSTER CAT by Abhirup Dutta

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    The Two-Tailed Monster Cat The hauntings began three days after Ishani moved from India to Kyoto. She moved through narrow straight roads, with traditional Machiya-style houses, adorned with paper-lanterns. She was running away from something—...

    LUCKY CHARMS by Ed Meek

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    I had hitched down to L.A. to visit my friend Paul back in the 70s when all you needed to get someplace was a thumb. I was going to school at U of Montana...

    THE SITE by Katie Kopacz

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    The Site The Metro North train lurched from side to side as it accelerated, wheels squealing, out of Grand Central station and into the dark tunnel. She, Essie, was accustomed to the rattling banshee scream...

    SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET by Brandy McKay

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    Skeletons in the Closet Sometimes families have secrets.  And sometimes curiosity gets the better of folks.  I was maybe eight or nine. One thing for sure, the age of reason hadn’t kicked in yet. In...

    THE ENGLISH SUITE by Sebastian Raedler

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    I make my way down the stairs, careful not to overtax the joints. Small, deliberate steps are the rhythm of my days: slow and steady, unexciting and painless. But as soon as I sit...

    WINTER’S CALL by Brian Schulz

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                It has been snowing for eight days.  Steady snow, constant, hour after hour.  Sometimes heavy, occasionally just in wisps.  The wind has come up a couple of times and stirred things, whipping the...

    WHERE THE MONEY ISN’T by Ron Singer

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                                                                                                             Where the Money Isn’t                                                                                Ron Singer              “Because that’s where the money is,” was either Willie “The Actor” Sutton’s reply to some journalist’s softball question, “Why do you rob banks?” --or fake...

    THE DEATHWATCH by Magdalena Blazevic

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    The Deathwatch Wood termites gnaw away at the womb of the furniture. Underneath the smooth surface lies a labyrinth of endlessly long narrow tunnels. Black columns within. They tap away in the throes of...

    GONE WITH A TRACE by Ashley Jones

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    Gone with a Trace by Ashley Jones    “Ahh!”, I said. A piercing scream escapes my mouth.    My fate is sealed just like Monica. It all started with that damn box. Time stopped. Dusty orange strawberry...

    BARISTA BOB by Lana Ayers

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    Barista Bob had gotten so used to people of Cape Misty calling him Barista Bob, he sometimes forgot he had any other names. So, when Detective Peters asked him for his full legal name for...