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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...

    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 BEES by Robby Pettit

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    THE BEESby Robby Pettit  Detective Earl Smith and his son sat in the cop car. The world outside was green and plastic, awash in yellow sunlight. No bird chirped,...

    MISS CRAMICKLE by Geoffrey Heptonstall

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    MISS CRAMICKLEby Geoffrey Heptonstall                                                                   How could I forget the year we were taught by Miss Amy Carmichael? I ask myself this because I heard news of her yesterday. How...

    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...

    THE SIREN by Eric Stevens

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    THE SIRENBy Eric Stevens The frozen wood of the bench on 7th Street was brittle and burned Steve’s thighs while he leaned to one side, watching the cars drive...

    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...

    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...

    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...