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Fiction - Year IV - Number 26 - July 2019

    BASIL THE GREEK by Mark Halpern

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    BASIL THE GREEKBy Mark Halpern I’d prepared meticulously – beyond any possible need – and waited at the little Starbucks tucked behind the escalator that carries dark-suited bankers and...

    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...

    A NIGHT OF FIREFLIES by Gail Hosking

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    A NIGHT OF FIREFLIESby Gail Hosking I listen to the story again, the one on the edge of memory ready to be told like something written from the future...

    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...

    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...

    THE LAST LIVING INDIAN by Logan Giese

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    THE LAST LIVING INDIANby Logan Giese Tom Hartfield sat at his cubicle in one of many iridescent spiral towers scattered across Manhattan.  He felt satisfied with his morning work...

    CUTTHROAT GAP by Larry Rose

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    CUTTHROAT GAPBy Larry Rose THE RANCHER CREAKED BACKWARDS on his porch  rocking chair.  His hand shook from age, perhaps, as he pointed out to the box valley in front...

    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...

    I LIVE IN THE CEMETERY by Faye Reddecliff

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    I LIVE IN THE CEMETERYby Faye Reddecliff Cemeteries are not scary at night.  At least the dead are not what’s scary.  They’re peaceful -- the vandals and drunks, now...

    THAT GIRL, SHE SLEEPS IN THE CLOSET by Jessica Milam

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    THAT GIRL, SHE SLEEPS IN THE CLOSETby Jessica Milam Joanna tore open the eviction notice taped to the front door of their apartment, caught her breath, then promised Noah...