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Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THING by Alan Kulatti

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    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THINGby Alan Kulatti Her eyes were not blue. They weren’t green. Must’ve been brown. She had brown eyes and she called me papi.I’ll allow it.The turn wasn’t but...

    A WINTER COAT by Sevasti Iyama

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    A WINTER COATby Sevasti Iyama On a nightstand, there were red roses in a glass vase. Against the hospital’s stark fluorescent lighting, the roses made Calliope’s eyes hurt. That night, after she landed at JFK...

    WELL DONE BOO BOO by Kathryn Merriam

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    WELL DONE BOO BOOby Kathryn Merriam  Five years. It has only been five years, and so much has happened in those five years.I would not trade him for the world. He is so precious. There...

    IT WILL BE FOREVER by Jeff Richards

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    IT WILL BE FOREVERby Jeff Richards Richard Sager lost his virginity in the spring of 1967 before our road trip across country to break in the red Mustang convertible my parents gave me for Christmas....

    A KIND GESTURE by Anthony Saunders

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    A KIND GESTUREby Anthony Saunders  It was a dark night, like the others he’d experienced before it. He was always walking but never knew why, he had a great life, ton of money but one...

    GORSE by Ben Rosenthal

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    GORSEby Ben Rosenthal They picked up Wild Gorse at McCarren International and there he was, dragging a reptile skin embossed travel case. He wore a mackerel-colored seersucker meant to offset this spanking orange tan (he...

    SCHADENFREUDE by Jack Coey

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    SCHADENFREUDEBy Jack Coey The sun was going down when Jessica appeared at Father Brendan’s office door, and after being motioned in, in a hissing whisper, told him what happened. Father Brendan recoiled from hearing it;...

    GORSE by Ben Rosenthal

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    GORSEby Ben Rosenthal They picked up Wild Gorse at McCarren International and there he was, dragging a reptile skin embossed travel case. He wore a mackerel-colored seersucker meant to offset this spanking orange tan (he...

    CHILDREN AT PLAY by Dana Hart

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    CHILDREN AT PLAYby Dana Hart Every second Tuesday of the month is Career Day for Mrs. Ainsley’s Saving Grace Kiddos sixth graders, an amusing change of pace from singing psalms to an accompaniment CD made in the...

    AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO? By Maureen McCafferty

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    AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO?by Maureen McCafferty The doctor stood behind her desk, offering a steady hand and smile, as if Maeve had come to open a checking account.  As if Maeve could— her...