Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    ACTION HERO’S EULOGY By Ben Inks

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    ACTION HERO’S EULOGY By Benjamin Inks Her Nike trainers splash by, crossing our path for the second time this misty, black morning, and she looks me in the eye (if only for the briefest of curious...

    THE STORY OF HENRY: CHAPTER & VERSE By Elizabeth Gauffreau

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    THE STORY OF HENRY:CHAPTER AND VERSEBy Elizabeth Gauffreau When Francis strolled into Carney’s Restaurant for his morning coffee, a newcomer sat at the counter having coffee and doughnuts and...

    ALMOST ANYTHING GOES By Tony DAloisio

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    ALMOST ANYTHING GOES By Tony D'Aloisio A bunch of guys in striped shirts were trotting out onto the playing field, holding large metal plates piled high with whipped cream.  They carried them across a shallow pit...

    THE MOON GARDEN By Jan Marin Tramontano

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    THE MOON GARDENBy Jan Marin Tramontano Jillian stood in the kitchen.  She put her coffee cup in the sink and leaned against the counter. “I’m sorry, Blake, but it’s...

    TWICE A WEEK THE WINTER THOROUGH By Dan Berick

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    TWICE A WEEK THE WINTER THOROUGH By Dan Berick “This is another one of my mother’s great ideas.”  That was all that I could think of as I stood in the gray slush on the sidewalk...

    SHADOWS IN EMPTY ROOMS By Mike D’Angelo

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    SHADOWS IN EMPTY ROOMSBy M. Cid D’Angelo             There’s Pat Methany on the radio: misty music somehow in the somber glow of the dash lights. A lonely train chugs...

    SIGHTSEEING By Read Trammel

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    SIGHTSEEINGBy Read Trammel The moment she saw the inflatable pink rabbit drunkenly folded over in decreasing tumescence, Samantha longed to kick it. More, she wanted to beat it, to...

    (IN)SIGNIFICANT OTHER By Kelly Smith

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    (IN)SIGNIFICANT OTHER By Kell Smith Attraction is a science, they say, all chemicals and hormones, a type of alchemy that turns strangers into gold. The right physical proportions, the right smile, temperament, were each components in...

    YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE AFRAID By Charlotte Freccia

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    YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE AFRAIDBy Charlotte Freccia Zooey came up with the sun, her head in Franny’s lap, her tongue between her teeth, and the taste of blood in...

    RECREATION By David Mecklenburg

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    RE-CREATION By David Mecklenburg It’s short for Adeline, but nobody calls me that. Anyway, just relax and don’t worry about it. I was going to tell you that 10,000 Union and Confederate soldiers fought on the...