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Fiction - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

    THE PHOTOGRAPH by Marcella Meeks

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    THE PHOTOGRAPHby Marcella Simmons Last week, my husband Gene and I went to Santa Fe, New Mexico for our fifteenth anniversary. Santa Fe is where we met and we...

    FLAGMAN by Ron Singer

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    FLAGMANby Ron Singer I must of seen this guy hundreds of times, but I still can’t believe him. First of all, he isn’t a dwarf or a midget (I...

    STRANGE FRUIT REVISITED by Alberto Ramirez

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    STRANGE FRUIT REVISITEDby Alberto Ramirez “What’s in Bisbee?” said Abigail.            “A fair question for a native Bostonian,” said CharlesHe poured himself a glass of Chardonnay and sat down beside...

    HILLSIDE STREET by Abby Obenski

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    HILLSIDE STREETby Abigail Obenski My music blared as I screamed my lungs out singing, coasting down the windy backroad leading to the little haven I created for myself. I...

    THE GARBAGE MAN by Rachael Peralez

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    THE GARBAGE MANBy R. Peralez The note reads:‘Dear Garbage man, Please make sure you get ALL the trash out of the can.Thanks! The Brewsters’  I stand there just...

    THE THREE-MILE RACE by Clive Aaron Gill

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    THE THREE-MILE RACEby Clive Aaron Gill Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, Africa   1959 All year I looked forward to Sports Day at Prince Edward Secondary School.At the start...

    NIGHT OWL by Robin Wyatt Dunn

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    NIGHT OWLBy Robin Wyatt Dunn  That all the last daylight should have passed;  not only in the sky but in our daydreams;  for night in slipping closer says we're...

    LET’S MAKE A DEAL by Nicolette Munoz

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    LET’S MAKE A DEALby Nikki Munoz            “I want to renegotiate the terms of our relationship.”What the actual fuck?“I—okay?”“I say this because I genuinely want to be your friend. I...

    FAST LANE by Katie Rose

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    FAST LANEby Katie Rose I start slow, creepin’ down the dirt road in first gear, my bare foot just kissin’ the gas pedal. I need my fix though, so...

    SORTING THROUGH CLAMS by David Weinberger

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    SORTING THROUGH CLAMSby David H Weinberger I am sitting next to my father’s bed as he sleeps. He is ten days into Hospice care and has become frail since...