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Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

    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 BEST FUCK IN LAUREL CANYON by Alex Pugsley

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    She has four days left on the movie, scattered over the next twelve days, and then a three-week gap in her schedule her agent wants her to fill.  But she’s exhausted.  It’s...

    DEAD ENDS by Jack Cimino

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    Dead Ends After Joey had been shot, time seemed to move quicker. It was an especially humid night in Long Beach. I was sitting in the parking lot of...

    THE WITCH by Zachary LaFever

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    It was the day of my mother's funeral. It was raining that day. The rain and wind combined and smashed along the church's windows. It sounded like a baseball bat whacking into...

    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 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...

    I LOVE YOU LIKE BROKEN GLASS by Frances Wiedenhoeft

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    How many times had I scrubbed until my fingertips were raw and blood trickled into the wash water?  Any witness to this stooped washerwoman would have seen the emotional precipice I teetered...

    LUZIA’S DOWRY by Jozef Leyden

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    Luzia’s Dowry The plane bringing me from Copenhagen to Lisbon was half-empty. So was the ‘Arrivals’ at the Lisbon-International on that late warm October evening when I came across...