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Fiction - Year II - Number 7 - Volume I - June 2017

    A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYS – By Robert McKean

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    A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYSBy Robert McKean It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:I would not have given it for a wilderness of...

    THE RAIN – By Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz

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    THE RAINBy Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz The rain was coming down hard and clicked lightly and constantly against the glass.  The wind was blowing so strongly that it rushed the clouds...

    THE GLANCE OF ORPHEUS II – By Ted Morrissey

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    THE GLANCE OF THE ORPHEUS IIBy Ted Morrissey The City Athletic Club was more ornate than the Blackstone, more extravagant by the looks of its façade of brick and...

    PURBLIND – By Tara Fritz

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    PURBLINDBy Tara Fritz I had never been so cold before.I wanted to say it out loud, give voice to my restless thoughts, but I knew it would never be...

    GRAND LAKE – By Steven Sherwood

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    GRAND LAKEBy Steven Sherwood Not three weeks ago Jim Pickett’s first love said she had fallen for some asshole accounting major named Vince.  Now she’s calling from a bus...

    KISS OF THE RED SERPENT – By Anselmo J. Alliegro

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    KISS OF THE RED SERPENT(excerpts from the novella)By Anselmo J. Alliegro  Witness to the Massacre Hugo Bosque left the shade of the sacred jungle he was...

    FOREIGN PASSAGES – By Joyce Polance

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    FOREIGN PASSAGESBy Joyce Polance As we thread through narrow alleys framed by walls without windows, their starkness interrupted by decrepit stalls hawking rotting vegetables and camel heads buzzing with...

    RECKONINGS – By Stephen Baily

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    RECKONINGSBy Stephen Baily  “Close the door.”Lamm eased it shut with the toe of his sneaker and sat down kitty-corner to Lyons at the head of the conference-room table. He’d...

    FLIGHT – By J.R. Gerow

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    FLIGHTBy J.R. Gerow She wakes him up and carries him out to the car with his head buried in her shoulder, straddling her ribcage and watching sideways through the...

    CARNIVAL – By Shayna Boisvert

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    CARNIVALBy Shayna Boisvert  The evening was approaching midnight; outside, an owl let out a haunting call, and darkness bled in from the stained glass of the ballroom. Rosaline continued...