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...

    DON’T WANT MUCH by Thomas Elson

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    DON’T WANT MUCHby Thomas Elson This story happened over forty years ago, and reforms have eliminated its recurrence. The media would expose it. No one would tolerate it. We...

    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,...

    CAGE by Joshua Sastre

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    CAGEby Joshua Sastre My mother stares at me through the wire mesh, not moving, breathing evenly. Taking notes in pencil, I ask her about my childhood, her previous marriage...

    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...

    MEADOWS by Whitney Judd

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    MEADOWSby Whitney Judd "Lenore, Sing!  Hang your head out the window! Sing! Look, here we are!""We're not there yet, Momma." The girl, still thick and slow with sleep, hung...

    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...

    THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREET by Toni Morgan

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    THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREETBy Toni Morgan Homer and Naomi lived in the house on East Orange Street fifty-seven years, forty of them Homer going off to work...

    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...

    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...