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Fiction - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

    AQUARIUS by Robert Perron

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    AQUARIUSby Robert Perron  Rita appears in Stan's doorway forearms extended, middle fingers raised. A faded AC/DC T-shirt—red thunderbolt on black background—hangs past her knees. She's short, thinks Stan, but...

    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...

    BLUE WATER by Andrew Mitin

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    BLUE WATERby Andrew Mitin    The Home Twilight moon through now-falling snow.  The quiet flakes embrace over asphalt fissures of street bed.  The world has...

    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....

    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 –...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    THE SINGING SCALLOP by Annabelle Blomeley

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    THE SINGING SCALLOPby Annabelle Blomeley The Singing Scallop Restaurant held its fifteenth anniversary on the day Hurricane Robert starting raining down onto the town of Winnie Shores. Out the...

    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...