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Fiction - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    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...

    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...

    NO BOYS ALLOWED by Jessica Simpkiss

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    NO BOYS ALLOWEDby Jessica Simpkiss Clint was fifteen when an accident killed our father. I can still remember the look on my mother’s face as she tried to tell...

    A YEAR OF SUNDAYS by Neal Storrs

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    A YEAR OF SUNDAYSby Neal Storrs Adelle Shipley squints through a mesh of tight black wire and pine branches. She is disappointed to see that the curtains in her...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    STAY by Mariana Sabino

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    STAYby Mariana Sabino As I stood outside the house, a bottled-down stillness came over me. I caught a strong whiff of mold – sweetened somehow. Soon enough, the door...