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...

    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. The last of my real friends,...

    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 changed since last the sun.  Benevolent spirits have been decorating and...

    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. ...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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 the mountains.“Jesus, that road looks worse...

    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 spring morning, with daffodils nodding their...

    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 running down through the bathroom, then...