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Fiction - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

    DEVOTION by Amanda E.K.

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    “A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.” - Ernest Hyde (Spoon River Anthology) The vanity arrived on Tuesday at ten, addressed to Vianna Trellis. She left it inside the entrance while...

    STORIES FROM PAPA by Brian Feller

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                I sat in a chair outside the office while Mama went inside and spoke to the rabbi. I’d been sitting there since Hebrew school let out—which I attended on Tuesdays and Sundays—and when...

    SO SORRY I MISSED YOUR CALL by Stephen Moore

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    Present             “Hello, Diane, it’s Mom. Just wanted to say hello. It’s been a long time, sweetie. You’ve been on my mind lately. I was re-living the time we were playing in the creek by...

    SIREN SONG by Elizabeth Gauffreau

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    Siren Song             Galen did not think to check the gas gauge when he made his final exit from the parking lot of the Bay View Apartments. He left Ocean View with nothing but the...

    IF ONLY by Jacqueline March

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    If Only The only way that Faye could deal with losing her baby boy was to imagine that some sweet barren couple had taken him out of desperation. Absentmindedly she rubbed the scars on her...

    ZIGARETTENSTUMMEL by Aren Bergstrom

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    Oskar liked the smell of tobacco on his hands. It reminded him of his grandfather, how he used to take a tuft of chewing tobacco, wedge it between his lower lip and teeth, and...

    COLD COFFEE by Madison Foreman

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                The coffee cup sitting in front of him had grown cold.             His crooked mouth twitched into a grin. “How are you, Miss Sylvia?”             “Shut up,” she snapped as she approached the table. “We’re...

    DINNER AT JOHNNY CAMP by Scott Jessop

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    Fresh trout was a treat Johnny Daughtry did not often enjoy. Dick Wootton was fishing up along the South Platte when he stopped at the camp and knocked on Johnny's door. Johnny dragged his stiff...

    JUST DESSERTS by Pamela Cottam

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    Osborn Gravic tugged on his muddy boots, straining to reach over his stomach to bend just enough to yank the tongues that forever curled inside his boot. He paused, catching his breath and puffing,...

    THE RIVER by Jared Carlson

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    I looked at the small stack of old books lying on the counter and called out to my wife, “Is this them?” “Yes, a couple are so old and worn that I don’t think you...