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Fiction – Year VII – Number 52 – December 2021

    POLLY by K.C. Hampton

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    Polly Andrews is dressed up in her Sunday best, finding herself in a luxurious home ready for a get together, unaware of how she got there. However, this did not look like...

    THE ABLEIST by John Tavares

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    Aaron followed her partway across the city of Toronto, even though he was concentrating deeply, finally focussing on the sketches and drawings for his revolutionary Canadian winter parka. He could not believe...

    COFFEE SHOP by R.J. Fox

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    Emily’s fantasy cliché of meeting cute was bruised, but not broken. Her romantic yearnings were part of her DNA, implanted by a healthy (some might say unhealthy diet) of Disney films and...

    THE GREAT INVISIBLE by Barry Garelick

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    Jack was in his early fifties but looked neither young nor old.  His hair was white and he had a light stubble, was overweight and smoked unfiltered cigarettes. His face alternated between...

    THE CASKET OF ETERNAL WINTER by Steve Passey

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    I had not much for work, and I moved back into my mother’s house. She asked me to go to my uncle’s place to shovel snow for him because he’d had a...

    THE CONFINEMENT OF CHOICE by Aisha O’Neil

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    The Confinement of Choice “Authorized personnel!” Our Afghan guide pushed through the crowds. “Make way! Authorized personnel!” “Vvvv-vvv…” The plane was hardly audible, and so, so...

    DAVE, THE COMPLIMENT MACHINE by Eleni Stephanides

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    DAVE, THE COMPLIMENT MACHINE             Tucked into the corner of the break room at Shuman Bask Office, the compliment machine doled out shiny pieces of paper containing individualized affirmations...

    THE LAUNDROMAT by Riven Wren

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    Lilith stood folding her laundry, ignoring the dampness in favor of saving herself another five dollars. A thickness hung in the air, muggy with humidity. She’d barely noticed it by then, having...

    SAKURA by Anthony Musca

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                Visiting Tokyo has always been a dream of mine. I’m a foreigner, but this place doesn’t feel foreign at all. Even though I’m jet-lagged with baggy eyes and two hours of...

    SIXTY MINUTES TO SUNDOWN by Daniel Rothman

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    The Thompson gang gathered upon a hill overlooking the desert valley beneath them. Monroe, the hardened leader of the gang, was polishing his revolver and reviewing his plans for their big score....