Fiction - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    OTHER PEOPLE by Pavel Sokolov

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    OTHER PEOPLEby Pavel Sokolov Birds took turns singing. As one paused, another would immediately come in. Each of them spoke its own language, not at all concerned about being...

    WHAT IF by Erin Bank

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    WHAT IFby Erin Bank “Can’t I have your seat?” The young woman fails to notice any pertinent details of the world around her, besides the five large shopping bags...

    A MOMENT OF CALM by Kobina Wright Limitless

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    A MOMENT OF CALMby Kobina Wright Limitless October 7th.  Bali anchored herself in the leather-like spa chair soaking her feet in hot, robin-blue, soapy water.  The funds that would...

    DEMOCRACY AT WORK by Thomas Kearnes

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    DEMOCRACY AT WORKby Thomas Kearnes Den Mother, of course, was not her real name. While she spoke, Jameson swished the name Greta around his mind. Greta, Mother Greta, the Den Mother....

    DO US PART by Jack Coey

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    DO US PARTby Jack Coey There was an old woman and a nurse in a room. The old woman sat in a chair holding a cane. There was a...

    DORA THE EXPLORER by Terry Engel

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    DORA THE EXPLORERby Terry Engel I used to watch the news all the time, especially this little blonde girl that covered the afternoon shift on CNN. Her name was...

    SUMMER STORMS by Omar Essa

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    SUMMER STORMSby Omar Essa The geese are unkind. They stand militant along the border of the pond like NYPD officers during parades in Manhattan, as if the pine trees...

    A.J. AND CRAZY WOMAN by Linda L. Dunlap

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    A.J. AND CRAZY WOMANby Linda L. Dunlap On her drive to work in the morning rain, A.J. hears on the radio that a helicopter just dropped out of the...

    BANGKA ISLAND STORY by Michael Paul Hogan

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    BANGKA ISLAND STORYby Michael Paul Hogan for Toti O’Brien There were nine bottles of Bintang beer on the shelf behind the counter of Abdu Rama’s beachfront banana...

    YOUNG by Nicole Reinholdt

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    YOUNGby Nicole Reinholdt   Wednesday morning, when Kyle picked me up for school in his dad’s grey Buick Skylark, he had Neil Young's Everybody Knows This is Nowhere playing over the stereo. Since the two of...