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Fiction - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    CANCERPHOBIA by Anna Lindwasser

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    CANCERPHOBIAby Anna Lindwasser “John Proctor got me feeling some type of way. I can see how he honorable. He sacrificed his life for what he believed in. But we...

    A TABLE, FOR TWO by Gary Jaycox

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    A TABLE, FOR TWOby Gary Jaycox F It was ten minutes before Two on a Tuesday afternoon when I cracked open the door to O’Shea’s Tavern. I was early...

    CHANGING LANGUAGE by Steve Colori

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    CHANGING LANGUAGEby Steve Colori The bluish lights from the television were glowing from the bar. I was out to eat with some friends on a week night and there...

    THE WAYS OF FISH by Chris Cleary

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    THE WAYS OF FISHby Chris Cleary The second time a flying fish thumped Tyler Spradlin squarely in the chest seemed to him a miracle. The first time he was fourteen...

    WANTED MAN by Anahit Petrosyan

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    WANTED MANby Anahit Petrosyan Now that he was suspended, Levi lied down in the back seat of his car and closed his eyes, going back three weeks to when...

    ONE NIGHT IN A NAMELESS TOWN by Matthew Abuelo

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    ONE NIGHT IN A NAMELESS TOWNby Matthew Abuelo It was another sleepless night in a long line of sleepless nights for Jimmy Miles. He was kept awake by a...

    THE COMPANY HE KEEPS by John Garcia

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    THE COMPANY HE KEEPSby John Garcia He sits at an empty table in Leon Cafe in downtown Guatemala City. Looking up, he watches the uneven, twirling blades of a...

    DROVE MY CHEVY TO THE LEVEE BUT THE LEVEE WAS DRY by Beth Goldner

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    DROVE MY CHEVY TO THE LEVEE BUT THE LEVEE WAS DRYby Beth Goldner I stole the Jackson Marlowe sculpture, Cattails for Wendy, from the front yard of Jackson’s very own house....

    LETTERS TO JULIA by Sara Cummings

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    LETTERS TO JULIAby Sara Cummings It felt like it had been decades since I’d last been home and driving down the same roads that I’d driven for the first...

    SOMETHING GRAND by Joann Smith

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    SOMETHING GRANDby Joann Smith “My God, it’s the church,” Mary Ryan cried as she and her neighbors Dora Amato and Eddie and Carol Edmunds turned the corner onto the...