Fiction - Year IV - Number 26 - July 2019

    MOUNTAINS & RAINBOWS by Matthew Vesely

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    MOUNTAINS & RAINBOWSby Matthew Vesely The MountainI stepped over a root crawling along the forest floor, one of the bigger roots, one of the roots that stemmed off into...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...