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Fiction - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    THREE AND A HALF MURAS by Mark Budman

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    THREE AND A HALF MURASby Mark Budman Mura 1 Mura (with the emphasis on the first syllable) is a generic name of a female cat in Russian. Like a “kitty” or a “pussy” in English. The...

    AT TAFT POINT by Liana Andreasen

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    AT TAFT POINTby Liana Andreasen Bouncing from boulder to boulder and all around the Valley, shrill voices blend with the cries of high-flying birds.By early November, Glacier Point Road had been closed for two weeks....

    HARMLESS PERVERSION by Donald Zagardo

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    FROM THERE TO HEREby Donald Zagardo My head doesn’t hurt so much anymore, not like it did back in Iraq or where the hell we were. Maybe I’m getting better, yeah maybe, yeah.It was very...

    A TWINKLE IN THE NIGHT by Don Himelstein

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    A TWINKLE IN THE NIGHTby Donald Himelstein Stan Waltman was tired. He had driven almost two hours in the cold and wet snow and as he entered the town limits he felt the first releasing...

    THE CORNER, BY WALMART by Joel Smades

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    THE CORNER, BY WALMARTby Joel Smades  Dad came out of the store only a couple minutes after he went in, and it was strange he didn’t have any plastic bags. Other people wheeled shopping carts...

    WHY I WON’T SLEEP WITH DONALD TRUMP by Judith Roney

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    WHY I WON’T SLEEP WITH DONALD TRUMPby Judith Roney A surprise dinner for my cousin’s Wharton graduation. Her dad wants everyone seated before he makes his entrance — says he’s her surprise. Trimmed his mullet...

    THE LIGHTNING MAN by Anna Schaeffer

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    THE LIGHTNING MANby Anna Schaeffer The Lightning Man came to the town of Maryanne during one of Oklahoma’s fiercest thunderstorms. He burst into Kelly’s bar soaked, wild-eyed and dying in nothing but his bright white...

    VIOLET ABSTRACT by Nya Jackson

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    VIOLET ABSTRACTby Nya Jackson I wasn’t able to bail Violet out of jail the third time she got arrested because she died in police custody. She’d only been in the holding cell for thirteen hours,...

    THE UBER DRIVER by Taylor Lovullo

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    THE UBER DRIVERby Taylor Lovullo WASHINGTON, D.C., 2017I remember it starting out like a normal Saturday afternoon. I had nearly finished my studying for the day, so I closed the cover of my history textbook...

    HOW THEY MET by Carole Langille

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    HOW THEY METby Carole Glasser Langille He knocks on the door and goes in.  He was told the door would be open.“Rachel,” he calls out. “It’s Henry. Just bringing dinner.”  No answer. He goes to the...