Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    THE SALVATION OF JOHN AMBERT by Kenneth Vanderbeek

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    THE SALVATION OF JOHN AMBERTby Kenneth Vanderbeek “We live in a challenged world, where the lion is devouring the lamb.”The Reverend John Ambert put his sermon down for a moment to reflect. Except for his...

    THE ART COTTAGE by Sasha Chinnaya

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    THE ART COTTAGEby Sasha Chinnaya I walk through the streets of my city and see a thousand different worlds of art living and breathing. The traffic is a great blur of color that looks not...

    DISSIDENTS by Michael Malloy

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    DISSIDENTSby Mike Malloy Calvin Conkling and Suzie Hatchet were strolling the warm paving stones of Almaty’s “Arbat,” the popular nickname for Zhibek Zholy, the pedestrianized central boulevard in Kazakhstan’s former capital. It was a bright...

    PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAP by Jean E. Verthein

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    PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAPby Jean E. Verthein Three in the morning. The phone rang. It did, didn’t it? After all, detectives called for midnight lineups to check whether the attacker from six months earlier was...

    THE FOREVER LETTER by Abigayle Thompson

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    THE FOREVER LETTERby Abigayle Thompson That afternoon an invitation was placed in the mailbox outside the Roney’s home.  It was the end of February, a cold day with clouds settled across the sky.  A breeze...

    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....

    UNDESIRABLES by Dustin Pickering

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    UNDESIRABLESby Dustin Pickering Some nights are more intense than others. Any night Ms. Courtney Devra sang is one of those nights. Her voice is serene and hypnotic, full of fear and trembling. When she announced...

    DAY’S WORK by J. David Liss

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    DAY’S WORKby J. David Liss I. Washington, DC spread its legs as the train from New York pulled into Union Station. It was the earliest train from Penn Station and the tracks were still clean and...

    CHIME PHOBIA by Helen Grochmal

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    CHIME PHOBIAby Helen Grochmal Clary and Myra were friends, let there be no questioning of that. Well, they were sort of friends. When one needed fresh garlic, the other would provide it if available. They...