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Fiction - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATS by Michael Walker

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    THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATSby Michael S. Walker It was in Great Vale Park that I last saw George Oliver.He was a drummer. He had been the drummer...

    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...

    THREAT OF RAIN by Brian Stumbaugh

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    THREAT OF RAINby Brian Stumbaugh "Pass the scrubber?"He slides her the yellow nylon scrubber, a soapy mesh lemon in his hands, slick in the luke warm water.  Their fingers...

    WHAT THINGS, THESE THINGS, STIR THE HEART by Joe De Quattro

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    WHAT THINGS, THESE THINGS, STIR THE HEARTby Joe De Quattro      In voicing his uncertainty Martin Colliver felt he was making a declaration. “I have no idea how to do...

    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...

    A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTION by Mark Kaye

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    A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTIONby Mark Kaye In the centre of the town square stood a fountain in the middle of which was a statue of a...

    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...

    EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE TIN by Bari Hein

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    EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE TINby Bari Hein Wherever Joe’s youngest son goes, trouble follows.His older two, Jacob and Luke, managed to grow up without breaking a single bone between them....

    THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MIND by Diego Lorenzo Leyva

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    THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MINDby Diego Lorenzo Leyva Psychotic Break Bring on the psychotic break! We're strong enough for it! We shall let this heavy burden...

    A GAME OF SOLITAIRE by June Kino-Cullen

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    A GAME OF SOLITAIREby June Kino-Cullen Days go by without winning. I tell myself it’s okay. It’s the process that counts. Keeps my old brain sharp. The more I...