HE STOPPED – By Harlan Yarbrough

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HE STOPPEDBy Harlan Yarbrough In the four years I spent tracking Brian Jacobsen, my opinion regarding his whereabouts reversed itself several times.  Although I didn’t know him personally, several of my friends and acquaintances did—that’s...

PALMIRO – By Jose Recio

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PALMIROBy Jose L. Recio “I’m tired of your laziness!” Silvia leaves the apartment and slams the door behind her. Palmiro, feeling harassed, jumps out of bed and walks into the bathroom; he hates that she...

JUST BEFORE HE PAINTED THE HANDS – By A. A. Reinecke

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JUST BEFORE HE PAINTED THE HANDSBy A. A. Reinecke It was a good day: one of those summer days that come in a weeklong string like a muslin handkerchief laid over the calendar when the...

THE ROME CLUB – By Leah Sackett

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THE ROME CLUBBy Leah Sackett There were six of them, each there for the same reason: Big Mike, Vince, Joe, Tommy, Sal, and Frank. The Rome Club was an old country tradition. They had buried...

HOW THE FIRE STARTED – By Melissa DosSantos Sullivan

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HOW THE FIRE STARTEDBy Melissa DosSantos Sullivan  Marian kept the pills in an old sugar bowl on the top of the refrigerator her mother had bought new in 1948. Her arthritic hand cramped as she...

THROUGH MY BROTHER’S EYES – By Mike Tupa

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THROUGH MY BROTHER’S EYESBy Michael Jerry Tupa "C'mon, man.""Ferget it, dude. Like, I ain't in the mood for trompin' around Mt. Piedi tonight and eatin' cold grits. I got me a ding-dong date tonight with...

PILLOW TALK – By Jerry Johnson

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PILLOW TALK By Jerry Johnson "For the rain it raineth every day."   - from Twelfth Night, by William Shakespeare GREG AND HOLLY“Greg?”“What?”“Aren’t you asleep?”“No, I’m not asleep. I was watching the Moon through the window. And watching you...

THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVER – By Krista Diamond

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THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVERBy Krista Diamond   The waitress at the empty diner in Sanderson had fake nails on her fingers and a gun on her hip. I sat alone and ate a hamburger and...

HOUSEPLANT FUNERALS – By Robert Keast

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HOUSEPLANT FUNERALSBy Robert Keast “Would bagpipes be possible?” Mrs. Stewart asked.“Of course.”“You could arrange that?”“Certainly,” I said.And I can. Honoring such requests is what I am called to do.“Could it be someone who knows ‘Amazing...

A FIGHT FOR LOVE AND GLORY – By Dennis Nau

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A FIGHT FOR LOVE AND GLORYBy Dennis Nau  If it all started so many years ago, why did it seem like yesterday at times? There was a depression, a war, a man, life in the...