NonFiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    HUMBOLDT By Thomas Larsen

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    HUMBOLDTBy Tom Larsen “Get the gate for me will ya, pardner?”He’s been calling everyone “pardner” for a week now in clear violation of the code. I work the twisted...

    DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNS by Bill Vernon

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    DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNSBy Bill Vernon The motorcyclist turning onto Bakers Road ahead of us had the 1960s Hell's Angels' look, but that impression didn't occur to me then...

    THE LOSS OF HER By Kimberly McElreath

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    THE LOSS OF HERBy Kimberly McElreath That Wednesday started with a pink pig pancake pajama party.  In Kindergarten, getting a new weekly letter means a lot.  It’s another step...

    STRANGERS By Jeff Bakkensen

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    STRANGERSBy Jeff Bakkensen No one ever came to the motel without being seen a long way off. From one side was all flat with nothing growing more than thigh...

    HURRICANE MOON By Tony Whedon

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    HURRICANE MOONBy Tony Whedon The town where we had rented our cottage that summer when I was thireen, called Port Clyde, sat at the end of a long peninsula...

    LOOKS OF HAPPINESS By Frannie Gilbertson

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    LOOKS OF HAPPINESSBy Frannie Gilbertson Do you ever look at someone and think, “Wow, I am so lucky that I have you”? You catch yourself staring at them, watching...