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Fiction - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

    MARCH AROUND THE FIELD by Sam Gridley

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    MARCH AROUND THE FIELDby Sam Gridley “I want to march around the field and sing again,” Lexie announced as she stepped into the living room. Meg gaped at her.Outside,...

    THE MIRACLE OF ESTELLE by Joram Piatigorsky

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    THE MIRACLE OF ESTELLEby Joram Piatigorsky For the third time in a row Benjamin didn’t have a single matching pair in the cards he held in his hands. His...

    TERRIBLE BLUE by Peter Hoppock

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        TERRIBLE BLUEBy Peter Hoppock    The pure blue sky peals in Barton’s ears like a single note from a church organ; harsh and unrelenting enough to shatter the thick glass of the picture window...

    THE ELEVENTH INCIDENT by Bruce A. Heap

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    THE ELEVENTH INCIDENTby Bruce A. Heap Writers as we know are an odd lot.  Rarely are they satisfied with a work and when they are, they are at the...

    THE BLACK DEATH OF HAPPY HAVEN by A. Elizabeth Herting

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    THE BLACK DEATH OF HAPPY HAVENby  A. Elizabeth Herting The residents of the Happy Haven Retirement Community had no idea where the cat came from, just that he had...

    WILD THINGS by Christina Kapp

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    WILD THINGSBy Christina Kapp Nana’s body had been outside for upwards of fifteen hours and was partially frozen before anyone found her. Her discovery might have taken even longer,...

    NEW YORK SOUVENIR by Luke Bandy

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    NEW YORK SOUVENIRby Luke Bandy Fred held the copper coin in his fingertips. Its color almost matched his hair and its value matched how he felt about himself. He...

    ALWAYS LOVE by Brandon Abbott

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    ALWAYS LOVEby Brandon Abbott  The old man sat alone and watched the family from a distance. If they noticed, they didn't seem to care. Four of them picnicked in...

    TRYING AGAIN by Fran Turner

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    TRYING AGAINby Fran Turner Marcella remembers the shotgun pointed at her face. Like the robber’s third eye, hard and filled with a dull smolder. First, the terror paralyzed her,...

    THE INTERVIEW by Ken Puddicombe

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    INTERVIEWby Ken Puddicombe As I ate my fried rice, I wondered if I should engage him in conversation. Or, would he think I was intruding?I tried breaking the ice....