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Fiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    SOME OTHER SIDE by Leslie Johnson

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    SOME OTHER SIDEBy Leslie Johnson Yesterday I attended my grandson’s “Baby Is Brewing” party at a new beer garden in St. Paul, where male and female guests of all...

    QUEEN’S GAMBIT by Lazar Trubman

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    QUEEN'S GAMBITBy Lazar Trubman “I’m not particularly against telemarketers, but if they could only use a little more improvisation,” says Bill Stubbs setting out the chessmen for our usual...

    THE GIFT by Libby Belle

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    THE GIFTby Libby Belle The nausea was bad enough to send her jumping out the window, only her house was a one-story and crashing to her death just wasn’t possible...

    WILLOUGHBY by Charlotte Freccia

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    WILLOUGHBYby Charlotte Freccia Clara Richardson had two sisters, and of the three of them, Clara was the least beautiful and had the least interesting name. Clara’s older sister, Eliora,...

    HIS HOME by Effy Rose

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    HIS HOMEBy Effy Rose It’s the house I grew up in, but everything’s different. Forty years ago, I left it to care for itself, and I suppose it has....

    DEALING WITH DAPHNE by Henry Simpson

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    DEALING WITH DAPHNEBy Henry Simpson Daphne had already worked her way into Vergie’s confidence, displaced Lily in her life. Now she was pushing her out of the house. Soon...

    APPOINTMENT IN ZANESVILLE by Don Dussault

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    APPOINTMENT IN ZANESVILLEBy Don Dussault Bustling more than usual this morning, Thelma sets the omelet platter down hard before me and deftly slides an omelet into my plate, then...

    MISS NOMER by Ross Dreiblatt

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    MISS NOMERBy Ross Dreiblatt “A true Queen of the Valley always carries herself with the utmost grace, style and speaks clearly with the occasional well placed vulgarity.”This phrase, the...

    LINGER by Jessica Olivos

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    LINGERBy Jessica Olivos LingerUntil one day I heard it. I heard the song. I heard the beautiful orchestra in the beginning then her voice bringing me to life. I...

    A GIRL DIED HERE by Kyle Labe

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    A GIRL DIED HEREBy Kyle Labe The cross is white. Her portrait embellishes the center, as if she’s crucified. As if she died so we can live. It’s on...