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Fiction - Year IV - Number 26 - July 2019

    THE PLAN by Michelle Kouzmine

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    THE PLANby Michelle Kouzmine The plan was Vera would take a nap while Frank showered, and then they'd unpack together. But Vera never could rest in a place that...

    JONES STREET by Andrew Chinich

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    JONES STREETby Andrew Chinich Looking back now, thinking of Ruby makes me smile. But it took a long time to get to this place. What then felt like a...

    TARIFF by Richard Charles Schaefer

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    TARIFFBy Richard Charles Schaefer The guy I’m replacing didn’t show up today, so Heather (who calls me Brian, even though my name’s Dustin) shows me around the office. This...

    DAVID AND GOLIATH by Christopher Overfelt

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    DAVID AND GOLIATHby Christopher Overfelt Tangent ParallelFrancis sits in a coffee shop. It might be a coffee shop. It might be someone’s home. It is spacious. It sits in...

    SMOKEY THE THERAPY CAT by Andrew Miller

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    SMOKEY THE THERAPY CATby Andrew Miller   Last week Jeff Streeter drove me to the clam flats in his Ford Model T to scatter Patricia’s ashes. We went before sunrise, her favorite time of...

    THE ERA OF GOOD FEELINGS by Lawrence Uri

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    THE ERA OF GOOD FEELINGSLawrence Uri The Two Americas Barrier began as a metaphor that eclipsed all realities, and became a reality that eclipses all metaphors.Jen is looking ahead,...

    THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIES by Leonard Klossner

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    THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIESby Leonard Klossner The Pleasure of Spring One wades through currents of prose like one knee-high in the shallows of...

    SOMEBODY’S GOING TO TAKE IT by Jon Sorensen

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    SOMEBODY’S GOING TO TAKE ITby Jon Sorensen The garage sale ends as it does every year, leaving behind the pine cone lamp, the broken towel rack and the mismatched...

    AMORPHOUS by Susie Gharib

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    AMORPHOUSBy Susie Gharib ImmersionI always wonder what it is about water that lulls my nerves. Is it the fact that it is forever amorphous and constantly changing colors and...

    NO ONE ELSE WILL WATCH by Marshall Farren

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    NO ONE ELSE WILL WATCHby Marshal Farren The Mother sits on a bed inside the smallest of places. The lamp burns on the nightstand. The snow piles outside the...