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Fiction - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

    HARD COAL by Terry Sanville

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    HARD COALBy Terry Sanville Two sisters climb the mine road that disappears into the hills above Cumbola, Pennsylvania. Their breaths smoke in the early light as they struggle through waist-deep snowdrifts. The wind tears at...

    THE CAPPUCCINO by David Heath

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    THE CAPPUCCINOBy David Heath  Jackie Jacobs, helping sort and organize clothing items donated for the church rummage sale, came across a woman’s tangerine linen jacket just like the one her friend Maggie had worn when...

    THE LADY OF THE HOUSE by Dennis J. Dymek

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    THE LADY OF THE HOUSEBy Dennis J. Dymek No one quite remembered anymore when Bob and Emily Taylor had moved into their remote cottage on the outskirts of town. Everyone knew, however, they must have...

    SLEEPWALKING IN THE FROST by Lily Wright

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    SLEEPWALKING IN THE FROSTBy Lily Wright It was still dark when Ben drove the Gator out to the back paddocks to feed the fillies.  The sun was slow to rise and a chill rose from...

    REVELATIONS OF TEN-YEAR-OLD by Saul Hernandez

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    REVELATIONS OF A TEN-YEAR-OLDBy Saul Hernandez  Every Sunday I walk with Him. I knock door to door with Brothers and Sisters from the Jehovah’s Witness Congregation. It usually goes like this: we arrive around eight...

    OPEN SECRET by Charlotte Freccia

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    OPEN SECRETBy Charlotte Freccia Cheap white wine and good cocaine at Hen’s house. Scrimp on one to score on the other, I guess. What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a place like this, my dad...

    WHO YOU’RE DEALING WITH? By Raymond Arcangel

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    WHO YOU’RE DEALING WITHBy Raymond Arcangel Nothing ever looked like it did in the movies. No cozy warm lounge, a half-dozen chairs of leather and wood with their backs against the cream-colored walls, low mahogany...

    A PLACE OF BUSINESS by Bill Schillaci

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    A PLACE OF BUSINESSBy Bill Schillaci When I first entered its life, it was a stamp store, or seemed to be.  It had no business sign, but there was a storefront window that was so...

    ECHO by Andy Tu

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    ECHOBy Andy Tu The first time I met Elana, during freshmen orientation at college, I thought she was a loser. There wasn’t much to warrant this judgement, just a feeling of aversion when she asked...

    O MITO DA FÉNIX de Vera Lúcia Gonçalves

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    O MITO DA FÉNIX   De Vera Lúcia Gonçalves Quando me debruço sobre a mitologia grega tendo a abrandar sempre no mito da Fénix. Há algo nela que me seduz, que parece ter sido urdido na malha de...