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Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

    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 law school...

    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 muddied. The only belongings he carried...

    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 time on their hands – lonely...

    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 with excuses not to climb up the tower. It’s gloomy,...

    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 a steel...

    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 and Doris...

    GALAH OR GREY by Bashir Cassimally

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    He is a parrot, our neighbour's bird.  But don't ever call him one.  He becomes touchy and  will reply emphatically from inside his cage that he is an African Grey.  I took note of...

    THE WELL OF THE ENLIGHTENED by João Santana Franco

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    The Well of the Enlightened The four men were sitting at the table of the decadent Uighur tavern, eaten by time and dust, full of cobwebs in the ceiling, drinking museles, the Uighur wine, to...

    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 Friday evening,...

    CLOSURE by Jonathan L. Shaffer

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    The elevator door opened. It was thoroughly unremarkable, as many apartment elevators would be. A red pleather jacket over a gray hoodie entered, eyes glued to his phone. “Can you push two for me?” he...