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Fiction - Year VI - Number 48 - May 2021

    STANDING ON THE WRONG SIDE by Hayden Sidun

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    Standing on the Wrong Side by Hayden Sidun I’m going to kill myself. That’s the decision I made as my feet hit the frigid hardwood floor...

    RUBBER by Jacob LePretre

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    Did you use a rubber?      No. Course I didn’t use a rubber. I mean, Christ, yeah now that’s an idea. But I’m not an idiot. Watch where you’re...

    ATOM AND VOID by Riley Winchester

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    Atom and Void The lobby at the ReAt Agency was pale and insipid. The walls were made of white bricks that were cold to the touch when I dragged...

    BLACK HOLES by Jaclyn Reed

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    Black Holes             Jessica sat on the small kitchen table with her feet on the head chair and stared out the window, a cigarette pinched between her thumb and...

    DAMAGED GOODS by Steve Slavin

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    Damaged Goods 1 Rather late one weekday evening, I saw a very attractive woman struggling to pull a huge suitcase up the subway station stairs.

    TWO DREAMS by Maria Tsirona

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    ONE "Eleni, my Eleni, my girl, my wild, crazy girl," – his voice warm, so close to her face, his breath on her face so warm. She opens her...

    SNOW JOB by Ivanka Fear

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    SNOW JOB                    by Ivanka Fear                  Winter came in early November and seemed to have every intention of staying for the long haul. “I hate, no I...

    THE ERRAND by Mark Leib

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                He was looking at the schematic designs and the pain in his stomach was worsening. The house that the Shorelands wanted to tear down to make room for their monstrosity was...

    LEARNING TO SKATE by Mary Anne Slack

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    Learning To Skate      It started out as an ordinary Saturday. I was making breakfast for Jeff and myself when the phone rang. My son-in-law Matt had slipped on...

    I AM by Yamini Mathur

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    I Am  “A strange holiday practice. A short family trip; nature excursion into the wilderness, trekking on hills, or roving the streams hidden among distinct shades of green. Why...