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Fiction - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    THE HARD WALK by Forrest McElroy

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    THE HARD WALKby Forrest McElroy Tommy struggled to climb out of the car, wobbling precariously until he gained purchase with his crutch. The driver got out of the sleek,...

    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...

    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...

    ROAD RAGE by Sharon Frame Gay

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    ROAD RAGEby Sharon Frame Gay The police told our family that Jason, my husband, died instantly when his car swerved off the road and down a steep ravine. That's...

    FAITH AND DESTINY by John Tavares

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    FAITH AND DESTINYby John Tavares Things were happening so fast—Faith couldn’t believe how quickly her anger overpowered her. When she discovered her sister took her brand new black yoga...

    CONFETTI PINK AND ASHY by Brian Riley

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    CONFETTI PINK AND ASHYby Brian Riley Burbank, California, the November after September 11 and Brice Cooper has come home early from work yet again. Watching his 3-year-old son, Tyler,...

    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...

    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....

    THE GOOD SHEPHERD by Miles Ryan Fisher

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    THE GOOD SHEPHERDby Miles Ryan Fisher The frail boy cried such big tears in his tiny uniform.At first I didn’t even notice. Our game had just ended in a...

    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...