Fiction - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    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...

    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...

    HORSE COUNTRY by Barbara Bottner

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    HORSE COUNTRYby Barbara Bottner I’ve only agreed to accompany my husband Dan to have Sunday brunch with a Paul somebody because I’m terrified when I imagine him talking to...

    PICKIN’ UP THE PIECES by Larry Hamilton

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    PICKIN’ UP THE PIECESby Larry L. Hamilton When Uncle Luke called him “Your Honor” in his best big round revival voice and rolled out words about satisfying the court...

    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...

    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...

    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 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...

    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...