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Fiction - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

    ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANA by Robert Kirkley

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    ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANAby Bob Kirkley On the first Saturday of May, Barry's mother signed him up for soccer camp, the two-year-old class.  She sighed.  Now came the tricky...

    STORY TIME by Laura Tahir

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    STORY TIMEby Laura Tahir It was August 1976. Sam stopped and looked down from the cab of his Big-OJ Tanker. Under the streetlight near the truck stop exit he...

    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...

    SATISFACTION by Lisa Lopez Snyder

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    SATISFACTIONBy Lisa Lopez Snyder Logan slumped in the funk of his futon, PBR in hand, and looked over at the glistening tank. Funny how they moved, he thought, as...

    DEICIDAL SECOND GRADER by Juan Villagomez

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    DEICIDAL SECOND GRADERby Juan Fernando Villagomez I never went to church before my first week in Catholic school. The student body attended mass every Friday, and before the first...

    THE BLUE HAT by Linda Juliano

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    THE BLUE HATby Linda Juliano Allison dragged fear and exhaustion behind her like a steer straining against a yoke as she followed the dirt path around one of several...

    STRANGERS NO MORE by Tara Lynn Marta

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    STRANGERS NO MOREBy Tara Lynn Marta Stacey didn’t want much out of life. Just happiness and stability. It wasn’t a lot for a young woman of seventeen to ask...

    VICISSITUDE by James Tucker

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    VICISSITUDEby James Tucker      “You can’t miss the giant weeping beech in the back yard”. Those are the last of the directions the landlord gave me. He was not...

    CANDY IN THE VOID by Russ Bickerstaff

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    CANDY IN THE VOIDby Russ Bickerstaff Candy was slipping around at odd angles. It was difficult for her to find her footing in and midst all of the gravity...

    FIRST SIP by Haley Biermann

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    FIRST SIPby Haley Biermann Everything is more charming in Harvard Square.  The thought occurs to me as I approach the wooden framed doors of the slightly curved Starbucks on...