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Fiction - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    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...

    GRACE by Christopher Foster

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    GRACEby Christopher Foster  Past the turn off for the cemetery and farther down the trail winding around the south side of the lake the car sat quietly in the late afternoon sun—silver, languid,...

    THE DANCE INSTRUCTOR by Dean Jollay

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    THE DANCE INSTRUCTORby Dean Jollay Nervous, unsure what to expect, Nails enters the Bougainvillea Dance Studio for his first lesson. In the empty lobby, he tries to recall what...

    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...

    GRANDMAMA’S FLOWERS by Susan Zurenda

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    GRANDMAMA’S FLOWERSby Susan Beckham Zurenda The day before Grandmama came to get me, I planned how to stow the cat in her car and take him to her house...

    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...

    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...

    LIFE WITH THIS MAN by Jody Sperling

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    LIFE WITH THIS MANby Jody Sperling The promotion to senior management has given them more money, disposable income, but also taken him further from her and their boys: physically,...

    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...

    SHRIVELED HEARTS by John Danahy

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    SHRIVELED HEARTSby John Danahy Cassie rounded the bathroom corner, slid under the sheets, and nestled her body against the middle-aged man who’d said his name was Thomas Prow. “It’s...