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Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    MÈI MEI / YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott

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    mèi mei n. Chin. YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott I'm at Lucky’s Lounge tonight. My sister asked me to come. Actually, I'm still in the parking lot. And I've been in the parking lot, sitting in...

    LOLA By Dana C Verdino

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    LOLABy Dana C Verdino The young man with the tie exited the back of the café and into a sunlit alleyway that had a good temperature, despite the rancid...

    HIM By Rebekah Coxwell

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    HIM By Rebekah Coxwell She had been sure it was him. That bald head. The confident way he planted his feet about a foot apart. He knew there was no one that could throw him off...

    BOOTS By Thomas Vollman

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    BOOTSBy Tommy Vollman A few months prior to what should have been the end of my final year of undergrad, my then-girlfriend told me she was going to study...

    CONNOISSEUR By Tabatha Jenkins

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    CONNOISSEUR By Tabatha Jenkins I collect people like books. I gather love from each one as if they were a meadow. I once knew a woman who would rise at dawn to wander through her neighbor’s field, picking...

    THE PLANE RIDE By Kay Merkel Boruff

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    THE PLANE RIDEBy Kay Merkel Boruff There is a place where time stands still. Raindrops hang motionless in air. Pendulums ofclocks float mid-swing. Dogs raise their muzzles in silent...

    THE DOLL FACTORY By Elizabeth Brewer

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    THE DOLL FACTORY By Elizabeth Brewer I once woke to find my reflection unfamiliar.  No longer a human as I had previously been, I was an old doll; cracked and broken down.  Face crumbling as my...

    THE CLOCK By Michael Onofrey

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    THE CLOCKBy Michael Onofrey A corrugated awning, extending out from the side of the warehouse, provides shade. Mid-September and hot, and it’ll remain that way for another month. But...

    THREE BLACK BIRDS By Jose L Recio

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    THREE BLACK BIRDS By Jose L. Recio At dawn, Ana, Carolina, and I set to hike on steep trails from the foot of the Pico de las Espadas onward to the top of that Aragon Mountain.   ...

    LITTLE BITS FOR DINNER By Anna Villegas

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    LITTLE BITS FOR DINNERBy Anna Villegas My big brother’s romantic history includes a series of reasonably tolerable partners (except Marianne: anyone sporting blood red fingernails on purpose is disqualified...