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Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    WHEN THE SUN KISSED THE RIVER by Nancy Chadwick

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    when the sun kissed the river My little brother was a wanderer. And I am a walker. There’s a difference, you know. Bean’s goal was to explore as much ground as he could, miles over...

    AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT by Daniel Pié

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    As Luck Would Have It By Daniel Pié       The oily humidity of late August causes his new cotton-blend shirt to cling. He gently pulls it loose, hoping to forestall wrinkles, but it re-attaches like a...

    STALKER by Chris Viner

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    StalkerAs the golden autumn leaves tumbled along the cobbled ground near the stone walls, whichmeandered up the hill towards the rose pink café on the corner, Warren noticed how Montmartreappeared less busy than it...

    MY PORCELAIN GIRL by James L. Blackburn

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    My Porcelain Girl by James L. Blackburn The voice of Janis Joplin awoke me.  She was wailing that she needed a man to love her.  But "it just can't be", she lamented over and over.  I was...

    ME AND TIME by Callan Preece

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    And then we crossed a country. We crossed together—in the Corolla with him driving because I never learnt to drive and with our stuff lodged in the backseat in such a way that furniture...

    ESCORTED TO DEATH by Christine Hand

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    ‘Hurry up Gertie, we’ve got heaps to do; your dilly-dallying is not going to get us through the day, is it?’ Bianca, better known as Binky was already buckling herself up in the driver’s seat...

    DEAD TO ME by Tailyn Augustine

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    Dead to Meby Tailyn Augustine The sun was out, but it didn't provide any warmth; the chill of autumn crept into my body. The sounds of wildlife or at least the rustling of leaves from...

    NINA HEARTS RASHAAD FOREVER by Julian Grant

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    I, Nina M. Johnson do take Rashaad J. Collins to be my husband forever and ever – Bye, love yours only Nina M. Collins I flipped over the page I’d picked up to see the scrawled note that Ms....

    ZEN AND THE ART OF APOLOGIES by Alexandra Carmichael

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    Zen and the Art of Apologies Alexandra Carmichael The Lululemon girl prances to the front of the studio and unfurls her yoga mat. She places it on the floor in the middle of four rectangles, as...

    AGORAPHOBIA by Ross Mayo

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    Agoraphobia by Ross Mayo Jr Every day in today’s world is chaotic. Most people are either riding on a fast-moving train or are in desperate need to catch a ride on one. Whether it be an...