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Fiction - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

    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....

    BECAUSE IT FELT GOOD by Nikki Munoz

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    BECAUSE IT FELT GOODby Nikki Munoz Have you ever felt halved? You think that you find someone that you can share your life with. And you think that that...

    BLUE FEATHERS by Evan Massey

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    BLUE FEATHERSby Evan  Massey Sharon wanted to go out west to try her hand at movies. She told me she was done with school.“It’s not for me,” she said.She...

    TIN SOLDIER by Toni Morgan

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    TIN SOLDIERby Toni Morgan   We all stared at the words San Ignacio painted on a piece of weathered wood nailed to a stake pounded into the ground.  An arrow pointed toward...

    BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENS by Gabriel Sage

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    BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENSby Gabriel Sage  I’ve always gotten lost or mistaken directions. It’s been happening as long as I can remember. My internal compass completely broken –...