Home Fiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

Fiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    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...

    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...

    A ROOM FOR TWO by Cristina Oramas

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    A ROOM FOR TWOBy Cristina Oramas Sweat made her tight white dress cling to her curvy figure. “Why do you always make me meet you in such dingy motels?”...

    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...

    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...

    THE MAN IN CUBICLE 2200 by Heide Arbitter

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    THE MAN IN CUBICLE 2200By Heide Arbitter As a boy, he lived in a largely unfurnished thirty room mansion. His pious parents did not let him play with toys,...

    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,...

    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...

    DUST by Maggie Slepian

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    DUSTBy Maggie Slepian I was at a stoplight, the one that never seems to be green no matter which direction you come from. It was the part of town...

    TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXES by Zia Marshall

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    TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXESBy Zia Marshall    Shoma scooped up her hair into a ponytail as she ran down the stairs to get breakfast ready for Farhaan. Soft sunlight filtered in through the large picture...