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Fiction - Year III - Number 9 - Volume Two - September 2017

    PIECES OF GRAY by Dana Hunter

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    PIECES OF GRAYBy Dana Hunter     Scratch, Scratch, tug, tug. It was July and Katherine Gray was wearing a long sleeved shirt and a pair of cut - off jeans.  She pulled at the...

    THE BIG NIGHT by Taylor Garcia

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        THE BIG NIGHTBy Taylor García     Dr. Adam Flores opens Group Session with his standard line: “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it’s sweet and sour time.”Everyone goes around the circle and says a positive...

    THE GRAVERS LANE LOCAL by Edith Boyd

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    THE GRAVERS LANE LOCALBy Edith Boyd            The job in the city was working out for me. Actually, the job wasn't great, but the apartment I chose, and the train...

    THE POSTING by Monica Harn

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    THE POSTINGBy Monica L. Bellon-Harn Laura learns to live in ordinary time as she roams rooms of a starter home her husband picked out. When live oaks that lined...

    BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE by Toni Morgan

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    BETWEEN LOVE AND HATEBy Toni Morgan After a fitful sleep, Ken was relieved to see dawn shredding the last vestiges of night.  Outside his bedroom window, a thick glaze...

    THE PAINTED BOX by Emily Peña Murphey

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    THE PAINTED BOXBy Emily Peña Murphey After my Abuelo Isidro passed away, María Elena began to nag at me, “When are you going to get rid of the old...

    GO FISH by Maryetta Ackenbom

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    GO FISHBy Maryetta Ackenbom There it was! A flash of scarlet and white, just at the corner of his vision. But his lungs were bursting; he had to go...

    LOVER’S QUARREL by Jack Coey

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    LOVER’S QUARRELBy Jack Coey Rod couldn’t have told when he first noticed her through his windshield signaling him to stop at the intersection of the middle school. It wasn’t...

    THE APOLOGY by Janel Brubaker

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    THE APOLOGYBy Janel Brubaker I held the phone to my ear and listened, stunned to the point of silence. I had known this would happen. Indeed, I had walked...

    NOT FUNNY by Lisa Rutledge

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    NOT FUNNY By Lisa Rutledge I took a seat across from a man with black hair, a matching mustache, and eyes as icy blue as my...