Fiction - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

    EASTERLY by Ronald Kovach

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    EASTERLYBy Ronald Kovach Lately I have been studying the towering silver maple tree in my neighbor’s yard two doors down, and the burden it poses for me in an...

    DO YOU KNOW HOW FAST YOU WERE GOING? By Jeffrey Kass

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    DO YOU KNOW HOW FAST YOU WERE GOING?By Jeffrey Kass “Freeze boy!” the officer shouted as he drew his 9 mm handgun and pointed it right at the kid’s...

    VIXEN by David Cairns

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    VIXENBy D.A.Cairns ‘A few rules to lay down, first, okay?’Vixen ignored the man’s melodramatic groan, and stepped away from him. She wasn’t going to be deterred by his impatience....

    INDIA LAKE by Patricia Trentacoste

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    VIXENBy D.A.Cairns ‘A few rules to lay down, first, okay?’Vixen ignored the man’s melodramatic groan, and stepped away from him. She wasn’t going to be deterred by his impatience....

    RUDE AWAKENING by Michael Washburn

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    RUDE AWAKENINGBy Michael Washburn Chris Sievert didn’t know whether the disturbing visions he began to experience in his thirteenth year grew from a long-ignored brain injury, or whose fault...

    DO IT YOURSELF FINISHING SCHOOL by Debra Leigh Scott

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    DO IT YOURSELF FINISHING SCHOOLBy Debra Leigh Scott It started because I couldn’t abide crudeness in my life.  All around me I see crude and rude behavior,...

    GIN BLOSSOM by Michael LeBlanc

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    GIN BLOSSOMBy Michael LeBlanc    To him it was magic. All of it: The projector cutting through darkness luring flies into the spotlight. The rows of chrome bumpers polished so bright he could watch...

    BIG BOY by Santino DeFranco

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    BIG BOYSantino DeFranco He was a real big son of a bitch. But I’m not talking about the son of a bitch part, but the big part. He was...

    MARIA by Emily Peña Murphey

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    MARIABy Emily Peña Murphey On that last day before the big storm, I first noticed something was funny when our family went to the mercado in Las Altas.  We arrived very...

    SEARCHING FOR AMELIA ERHART by Ben Orlando

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    SEARCHING FOR AMELIA EARHARTBy Ben Orlando The way I remember that day, Amelia and I are two women chattering along with the song birds around us. She stands next...