Fiction - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    BROTHERS by Jeremy Ford

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    BROTHERSby Jeremy Ford I wasn’t sure my brother understood what happened. I knew he didn’t understand what it all meant. You see, Jacob’s didn’t process things the way you...

    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...

    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....