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Fiction - Year IV - Number 26 - July 2019

    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...

    COWHIDE by Alan Berger

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    COWHIDEby Alan Berger She grew up aware of the process of slaughter.She heard it. She saw saw it, she smelled it, she ate it.That is how it turns up...

    THE BEST COMPANY by Ezra Brooks-Planck

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    THE BEST COMPANYBy Ezra Brooks-Planck The man blinked. He looked around him. There was nothing. He stood in a vast emptiness. There was no light and no dark. All...

    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...

    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...

    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 FOOD UPON WHICH OTHERS FEAST Thomas Elson

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    THE FOOD UPON WHICH OTHERS FEASTby Thomas Elson We mapped this route generations earlier, and irrespective of origin, the path is the same for everyone. We also dictated a...

    THE EULOGY by Christopher Cooper

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    THE EULOGYby Christopher Cooper  The day after I sold my novel was my father’s funeral. And while I should have been looking forward to promoting my book, all I...

    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...

    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...