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Fiction - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

    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 – a sundial at night. I was...

    FINER THINGS by Maureen Hossbacher

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    FINER THINGSby Maureen Hossbacher Even in retrospect, Wesley Byrne is disinclined to acknowledge the cliché of his affair with Ellie.  He was past forty and starting to bald.  Ellie Mattisen, his secretary then, was twenty-five. ...

    WHAT WE TALK ABOUT WHEN WE TALK ABOUT TURKEY by E. P. Tuazon

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    WHAT WE TALK ABOUT WHEN WE TALK ABOUT TURKEYby E. P. Tuazon My colleague, Faruk Irgulu, was talking.  Faruk was the head of our English Department at the school we taught at and sometimes that...

    EASY WAY by Alexa Findlay

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    EASY WAYby Alexa Findlay  He sits at his spotless wooden desk reviewing the patient’s dental history. Perfect teeth and no cavities.His stomach drops to his knees, as he sees the name Veronica Reeve printed at the top...

    THE FOX AND ITS CATCHER by J.R. Night

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    THE FOX AND ITS CATCHERby J.R. Night Oh, he would get him today. Months had passed, and he had maintained this charade long enough. All students were required to eat their lunch in the cafeteria....

    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 out demise never reached the same...

    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 said, that she had wasted two...

    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 she tried to organize her covers...

    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. Graceland calms me when I need...

    THE NIGHT MAINTENANCE MAN by John Tavares

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    THE NIGHT MAINTENANCE MANby John Tavares Occasionally, when she felt lonely and depressed on graveyard shifts at the hospital, June had late night trysts with the night maintenance man in her locked broom closet and...