Fiction - Year IV - Number 26 - July 2019

    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 stream whose waters flow like whispers in the wind,...

    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 barbeque tools that will be saved for...

    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 hues, mirroring exteriors that are shattered...

    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 window. The baby is asleep, and...

    ABANDON by Owen McGrann

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    ABANDONby Owen McGrann              The light streams through the blinds and floods the room.  It awakens me, unbidden – often times before 6 am.  The park across the street bleeds its bluster into the house.  The dog is up...

    LOVE(D) by Sasha Chinnaya

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    LOVE(D)by Sasha Chinnaya Night. A stack of blank pages intimidates me. A few empty containers once filled with coffee form a wall on my temporary desk. My mind searches for answers wrapped in a pretty...

    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’s something else.I know because I...

    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 crunching the daily numbers and took...

    UNCLE by Amanda Gamache

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    UNCLEby Amanda Gamache-Mitchell I realized he knew he was dying by the look in his eyes, by the tone in his voice, as he began to tell me about his experiences in World War II....