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Fiction - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    CHARLIE FOXTROT: GOD BLESS by Mitch Johnson

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    CHARLIE FOXTROT: GOD BLESSby Mitch Johnson Don’t get me wrong here. I’m not homeless, but these fine people don’t know a damn thing about it. I just like the...

    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 CHANNEL by Sean McCarthy

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    THE CHANNELby Sean Padraic McCarthy The tide rushed in through the channel, flooding over the sea bed of small jagged rocks and pebbles.  Jack had taken off his flip...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    THE LIGHTNING BUG by Adam McCulloch

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    THE LIGHTNING BUGby Adam McCulloch Everyone has a type. She was mine.  I could tell before we even met. I’ve always been good at summing people up. As soon...

    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...