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Fiction - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

    FIRST SPRING SEASON by Daniel Picker

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    FIRST SPRING SEASONby Daniel Picker   My father disappeared in the dark that late winter when the nights still ran long into the mornings and the day still ran...

    A QUIET MAN by A. Elizabeth Herting

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    A QUIET MANby A. Elizabeth Herting   They came from every corner of the land, making the long, sad pilgrimage to the place in the middle he called home....

    THE LAST DAY OF GUSTAVO BUSTAMANTE

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    THE LAST DAY OF GUSTAVO BUSTAMANTEby Conor O'Brian Barnes A noble life is of no account, Gustavo Bustamante thought to himself. Death is a vulture feeding on jackals and lions...

    DRESSING THE PART by Deirdre Fagan

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    DRESSING THE PARTby Deirdre Fagan  The dress was boxed in 1990.  The box still had the dry cleaner's receipt attached to its slightly yellowed side.  Behind the cellophane window,...

    HUNG JURY by Alan Berger

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    HUNG JURYby Alan Berger The depressing envelope in Penny Bankey’s mailbox was surrounded by other depressing envelopes that went by the name of Bill now due.But this envelope out...

    SOMETHING TO LEAVE BEHIND by Christian R. Fennell

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    SOMETHING TO LEAVE BEHINDby Christian R. Fennell It was the surname that got me thinking: I wonder if he’s related to Tommy Mountjoy, a guy I went to school...

    HOME by Sarah Moore

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    HOMEby Sarah Moore   “Ma’am, I just need you to sign here,” said the FedEx guy. A notepad poked out from beneath the carcass of the wolf-dog-creature-thing in his...

    THE KINDERGARTEN TEACHER by Alethea Tyler

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    THE KINDERGARTEN TEACHERby Alethea Tyler   One, two, three, four taps against the side of her thigh. To ground her. To calm her. Four was the perfect number. Divisible...

    AFTERMATH by Libby Belle

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    AFTERMATHby Libby Belle     She walked barefoot along the boardwalk, as she had done many times as a child, and now an adult, she saw things much clearer. The roughness...

    A PEBBLE IN YOUR SHOE by AN Block

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    A PEBBLE IN YOUR SHOEby AN Block   “Look at you,” Jonas says, rubbing his thumb gently into Shelley’s palm, as she eases herself into the Mercedes, “all lovely...