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Fiction - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

    THE POET LAUREATE OF MALCOLM’S DINER by Cindy Adams

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    THE POET LAUREATE OF MALCOLM’S DINERby  C. Billingsley Adams Someone tapped on my shoulder today when I was feeling all bluesy as my long-time friend had just recently died....

    MY FRIEND SINDSMAN by Alexandra Lapointe

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    MY FRIEND SINDSMANby Alexandra Lapointe Neither the day before nor the day after were of much significance. It was only the day I met Sindsman that I can vividly...

    DOG’S LOVE by Dave Gregory

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    DOG’S LOVEby Dave Gregory  Sheila often said: “I love animals more than most people. Maybe all people.” She meant it. Though utterly devastating, her father’s sudden death and her mother’s drawn...

    NUMBER SIX by Leslie Kain

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    NUMBER SIXby Leslie Kain  Having spent two hours testifying in court on behalf of one of her patients, Dr. Samena Burns headed to her office. It was a brilliant...

    BLISTERING EYES by Bettina Rotenberg

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    BLISTERING EYESby Bettina Rotenberg  She woke up and carefully climbed down from the large bed which seemed like a vast sea of pillows, sheets, and quilt, rumpled now, as...

    SOMEPLACE WARM by Paul-John Ramos

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    SOMEPLACE WARMby Paul-John Ramos   1About every 20 to 30 minutes, I put my hand on the radiators and pipes.  It was usually bedroom radiator on the far right, pipe...

    KAZANTZAKIS AT HOME by Larry Smith

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    KAZANTZAKIS AT HOMEby Larry Smith     He was so old that some of the kids said he took the very first shit that ever made the olives grow. Many of...

    A MEETING WITH THE PIG by Carolyn Soyars

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    A MEETING WITH THE PIGby Carolyn Soyars Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their...

    A FEW DOZEN EGGS by John Wells

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    A FEW DOZEN EGGSby John Wells He is standing in the batter’s box in Oriole Park at Camden Yards facing Roger Clemens wearing a Baltimore Orioles uniform. The bases...

    GRACELAND by Shawn Van Horn

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    GRACELANDby Shawn Van Horn  Sometimes, on the worst days, I walk the paved trails that snake through Graceland Cemetery. No king rests there, just thousands of us everyday paupers....