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Fiction - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

    TRADIO by Richard Luftig

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    TRADIOby Richard Luftig I stubbed out my tenth Winston of the morning. Thank God we were nearing the end of the show.            “We’re back,” I said, feigning enthusiasm.  “Time...

    A GOOD SLEEPER by Keith Jenereaux

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    A GOOD SLEEPERby Keith Jenereaux     The condensation that crept from the bottom of the window was high enough to hide the small front yard from Holly. Any other time...

    DEATH ENTERS THE ROOM by Elaine Rosenberg Miller

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    DEATH ENTERS THE ROOMBy Elaine Rosenberg Miller “Did you hear that?”“What?” he said, his voice muffled by a pillow. The children were finally asleep. They followed...

    DAGGER by Maureen Grace

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    DAGGERby Maureen Grace “Ohhh,” he cried quietly, so as not to scare off the passers by; their handouts had allowed him to eek out the barest of succor for...

    HIT MEN HAVE FEELINGS TOO by Edward D. Hunt

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    HIT MEN HAVE FEELINGS TOOby Edward Daniel Hunt Boston’s North EndAfter dropping his boss, Albee, at home in Milton, Tony Gazzo returned to the North End. Albee Parillo after...

    THE NEVER-ENDING WINDOW by Matt Ingoldby

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    THE NEVER-ENDING WINDOWby Matt Ingoldby It was sometime in April when I returned from the clinic for a period of rest. My uncle had agreed to pay rent in...

    A RECURRING DREAM by Ana Vidosavljevic

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    A RECURRING DREAMby Ana Vidosavljevic Mila woke up to the sound of Fajr prayer. It was still pitch-dark outside. She came close to the window and pulled back the...

    COLLEGE TOWN by Jeff Kulik

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    COLLEGE TOWNby Jeffrey Kulik It’s hot today, and as I look up at the sun I feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck.  It...

    FILADELPHIA by D. Matt McGowan

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    FILADELPHIAby Matt McGowan   The way people talk about it just makes it worse. Taboo but titillating. Cheap excitement at the expense of others. Voyeurism dressed up as outrage.The husbands decided to go golfing....

    WE COULD SMOKE by Mackenzie Gasperson

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    WE COULD SMOKEby Mackenzie Gasperson  “Smoke?” Robert’s voice was suddenly behind me. It made me jump, and sent a shiver down my spine that only made the cold air...