Fiction - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

    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...

    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...

    BYRESH by Virginia Duke

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    BYRESHby Virginia Duke Byresh watched Katie scoot quartered hardboiled egg and cubes of ham to the side of her salad and squirt ranch dressing all over the top. She...

    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...

    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...

    A NATIVE AUSPICE by Joseph Garcia

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    A NATIVE AUSPICEby Joseph Garcia I can hear the teeth of the comb scrape against my scalp. I tightly clench my jaw without a sound to prove my grit...

    MEETING MELISSA by Edith Boyd

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    MEETING MELISSAby Edith Boyd             The  gate guard’s voice was different. Less deferential.“Mrs. Palmer, there’s a young woman named Melissa here to see you. ““Did she tell you her...

    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...

    THE CREEDE CONUNDRUM by Mari Wise

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    THE CREEDE CONUNDRUMby Mari Wise It’s been eight months since I have seen my family and it’s about time I got back to them. The stresses of life smothered...

    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...