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Fiction - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

    A GUEST AT THE CLUB by Henry Simpson

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    A GUEST AT THE CLUBby Henry Simpson “That was a delightful performance, counselor,” said a man with a voice that easily pierced the sound and fury of the courthouse...

    SEA COW by David H. Miller

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    SEA COWby D. Harrington Miller Edna’s knuckles cracked, a stark sound of snapping twigs that was muffled by the mud.  She clenched her fists again, letting the bones grind. ...

    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...

    SILVER HORSES REINED IN by Susandale

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    SILVER HORSES REINED INBy Susandale Eight p.m., or thereabouts: the usual time for the droves of kids that peeled into the diner,Four Horses, at seven, to peel out.Josh put Reggie in charge of...

    BETWEEN THE SHADOW AND THE SOUL by Bhavika Sicka

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    BETWEEN THE SHADOWAND THE SOULby Bhavika Sicka    Shafiq stood overlooking the sprawling concrete wilderness that was Old City. The day was closing, and the muezzin's call to prayer could be heard wafting across...

    THRIFT SHOP SWAN by Terry Sanville

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    THRIFT SHOP SWANby Terry Sanville Eugene folded his umbrella, stomped on the welcome mat, then entered the Goodwill Store.The floor manager, Mingo, motioned him over. “If I were you,...

    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...

    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....

    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...

    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...