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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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    GHOSTS OF THE REPUBLIC by Edward Mack

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    Sultan was staring at a ghost. He wore a paper cap and a white apron that was tied behind his neck and held a long carving knife in his right hand. The...

    ALICE IN MONTAUK by Gosia Nealon

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    Alice in Montauk 1938, Montauk, New York The Island Club on Lake Montauk had filled up with people dining, dancing, or gambling. The air was rich...

    BRICK SNOW by Melissa Chen

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    It sounded like a backhoe smashed through the toy room window and methodically tipped out millions of marble chips in a steady stream onto the hardwood floor. “Daddy, come...

    KATHLEEN AND DENISE by Dean Jollay

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                At Kathleen’s breakfast table, Denise sips her Chardonnay and describes her latest unsuccessful job search. Downsized ten months ago, Denise, a crime reporter, despairs of finding another position in journalism. Her...

    THE HILLS HAVE… by R.W. Watkins

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    The applause proved neither hesitant nor restrained in the wake of Mr. Potter’s announcement: First Prize in the 1982 Northeastern school-district photo contest was going to none other than twelve-year-old Rodric Floyd...

    LOST by Michael Emeka

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    Night had fallen by the time I returned from hawking banana for Mummy. I stood the large steel tray against the wall and handed her the cash I’d made. Looking stern, she...