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Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - August 2021

    MISTER PUSHKIN by Joram Piatigorsky

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    Don’t get me wrong. I love humans (most of the time), and I know they’re often (not always) intelligent. However, they have a blind spot when it comes to other animals. I...

    THE LAST DAY OF MY CHILDHOOD by Lotus Zhang

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    The Last Day of My Childhood That year looked the same as all of my earlier years. I was eleven years old, in my last semester...

    AGAINST TIMIDITY by Chuck Teixeira

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    I am grateful to the tenant who left the lavender liquor in the kitchen drawer. Right away, it feels fabulous, a sensation I might never have again, especially if I go to...

    OUR FATHER by Jesus Francisco Sierra

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    OUR FATHER Our Father… It’s time to ring the church bells. I’m waiting for my turn and I’m starting to get nervous. I’ve been coming up...

    LIGHT by Sandra M. Perez

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    She couldn’t remember the last time she stood in the light. “Always look for the light,” he told her. “The pool of light is here, where you dance your solo.” His eyes...

    UNLEARN by Francis Duffy

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    Of course, gender reassignment wasn’t available then. Not that I was unhappy with having been born male. Rather, it was the latter half of the nature-versus-nurture dichotomy that vexed me.

    THE CELESTIAL DIPLOMAT by Vivien Schwarz

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    The Celestial Diplomat             He arrived three quarters past midnight, on foot. His car lay in a ravine a mile down the road, and his jeans and feet were...

    SCREAMING INTO THE WELL by Douglas Cole

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    Screaming into the Well As jones steered his way through the palm fronds of a few ideas that wanted to surface but kept diving back down again into the...

    THE BRIEF, UNHAPPY EXISTENCE OF GAY DOBBIN by Randall Ivey

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         As one year ends and another begins, one invariably, inevitably waxes nostalgic, particularly with regard to those he has lost, they being the most important people to him.  My parents, Emory...

    THE BUSINESS OF SHELLS by Craig Dobson

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    The Business of Shells I sold seashells by the seashore. The same shore where they could be picked up for free. Except for holiday makers, though, or those with...