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Fiction - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    ON THE WAY TO FLORIDA by Thomas Genevieve

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    ON THE WAY TO FLORIDAby Thomas Genevieve Holly knew Keith would blast the air conditioning the entire trip, and he did. Smiling, she pulled the sweatshirt she brought in...

    ARMISTICE by Halle Carter

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    ARMISTICEby Halle J. Carter Now that most everyone has gone, Lexa can hear what’s going on in the tiny kitchen off of the living room. The TV is up...

    MR. DARLING CONFRONTS A VISION by Andrew Mitin

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    MR. DARLING CONFRONTS A VISIONby Andrew Mitin Mr. Darling    James to his wife and father    Jim to his friends and co-workers and    Jimmy to his motherwas not a morbid man, or...

    SORRY BETSY by Mimi Karabulut

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    SORRY BETSYby Mimi Karabulut   I take a seat, but this table is all wrong. It’s too old for the room. The room has a modern feel to it, but the table is creaky...

    GOFER ALL OR NOTHING by Katrina Johnston

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    GOFER ALL OR NOTHINGby Katrina Johnston The speciality at the Hampton Grill is huge cheeseburgers with wedge-cut fries. I'm on the normal day shift now. Hooray! Lucky me. Compared...

    THE COLDNESS OF PEARLS by Deirdre Barragry

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    THE COLDNESS OF PEARLSby Deirdre Barragry Harry was so punctual he might have been mistaken for someone who wanted to be there. Twenty minutes early, as if about to...

    EL SEÑOR DE LOS MILAGROS by Janet Barrow

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    EL SEÑOR DE LOS MILAGROSby Janet Barrow Señor Arellano walked slowly along Jiron Junín, his cane tapping nervously against the ground. The streets, a hive of agitated activity less...

    OUR LAST MONTHS by Judith Helen Goode

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    OUR LAST MONTHSby Judith Helen Goode My wife is dying of cancer.We have been together thirty years and stayed in love for all of them. We share ideas, politics,...

    EROSA by Whitney Judd

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    EROSAby Whitney Judd "Damn you, Erosa, for ever coming into my life!""Shii, poor little boy."  It was a crawling sneer and spoken slowly, and it ate up everything.  "Pobrecito...

    THE SLEEPING PERSON EXHIBIT by Alexis David

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    THE SLEEPING PERSON EXHIBITby Alexis David   It was raining when we went to the sleeping person exhibit and when we came out both our wool sweaters became damp and maybe between our legs...