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Fiction - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

    LECHERY by Alex R. Encomienda

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    LECHERYby Alex R. Encomienda Gene and Phillip walked into the tiny, tin-box shaped coffee shop uptown of Ithaca and picked a quiet spot by the window. As they sat...

    A BORING LIFE by Barbara Borst

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    A BORING LIFEby Barbara Borst “You’re not really going, are you?”Laura wasn’t sure which of the guests milling about her living room had lofted that question over the din.“Of...

    PUNCH DRUNK by Annabelle Baptista

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    PUNCH DRUNKBy Annabelle Baptista I clutched my jaw as if I’d been sucker punched.  Genevieve looked up from my case file, her piercing grey eyes like pressed pickleloaf from...

    THE YOUNG WARRIORS by Steve Slavin

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    THE YOUNG WARIORSby Steve Slavin 1The day before I left for basic training, I sat in Katz’s, a massive family style delicatessen on the Lower Eastside. Widely known for...

    GHOSTS by David Rogers

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    GHOSTSby David Rogers When the ghosts started to appear, I knew it was only a matter of time til Stephen would show up. Again.#“Laura, you’re out of uniform,” Jimmy...

    STREET OF ANOTHER WISH by Judson Blake

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    STREET OF ANOTHER WISHby Judson Blake They discussed it several times. How it would be straightforward and might even be fun, moving, really, only across town. There would be...

    THE DAY OF THE FIRE by Jeff Bakkensen

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    THE DAY OF THE FIREby Jeff Bakkensen There’s a special smile when they see you walking a dog. Like, Yep, one of the tribe. Mei’s said pregnant women get it...

    THE CLIENT by Catherine Lin

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    THE CLIENTby Catherine Lin The first thing Debbie noticed when Hilaria Wigotsky got into her car, was that she didn’t look like most clients.  From the thick, blonde hair...

    THE FIELD OF PLAY by Mike Sharlow

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    THE FIELD OF PLAYBy Mike Sharlow Our world revolved around “the field.” It was about fifty yards wide from the street to the block wall of St. Dominic’s Convent...

    DOWNTOWN WALDOS by Mark Massaro

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    DOWNTOWN WALDOSby Mark Massaro Riley, my pot-dealers girlfriend, arched her body over the enormous yoga ball in front of me while I sat on their couch as he weighed...