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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...

    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....

    THE HOLE by George D. Lopdrup

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    A screech sliced the sultry night silence.  Human, monkey, or bird?  “Get off me!” Steve cried as he strained to clench his ankle.  Yup, definitely human.

    UNFAIR EXCHANGE by Skyler Thornberry

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    He walks away to prep. Coming back with the stenciled tattoo. “It looks awesome!” He places it on my right side. The rose surrounded by thorns was an awesome idea. The tattoo...

    FLASH FICTION TWO by Alex Brabston

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    The smell of a strong cup of jo lingers in the air, permeating my nostrils and filling the room like a noxious gas; a reminder of the mornings I’d wake up to...

    TEDDY BEAR by Grace Bannon

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    Teddy Bear He's almost stitched up! The head was stuffed with cotton to reveal his plastered smile. Mommy said she would make his body more huggable for me, so...