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Fiction - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

    THE CAGE by Robert Gamer

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    THE CAGEby Robert Gamer It was to be my way out. Make a little nest egg and jump on a Greyhound going to the east or west coast. I...

    WENDA by John Kaufmann

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    WENDAby John Kaufmann About two-and-a-half or three years after I bought my first park, I got a call from a woman who I will call Wenda.  Wenda was maybe...

    DAILY BREAD by Stan Dryer

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    DAILY BREADby Stan Dryer On a January morning over a year ago I came into my Clinic an hour before opening time, in hopes of getting through some paperwork...

    FALLING UP by Sandra Gould Ford

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    WOLF BENEATH THE WAVESBy Sandra Gould Ford  The brick-red Jeep Wrangler cruised beside the icy river, kicking up great sprays of snow. The driver, Peyton Granville, said, “Guess we...

    HONY by Monika R. Martyn

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    HONYby Monika R. Martyn No matter how often I’ve tried to pinpoint it, it is never a single, definable trigger that unhooks the memory. Sometimes it’s the strum of...

    A PLACE TO BE by David Metz

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    A PLACE TO BEby David C. Metz His brother’s grave was in the northwest corner of the cemetery and after they’d finished loading the equipment, Randy paid his respects....

    THE PLATE by Susie Gharib

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    THE PLATEby Susie Gharib She had brought nothing with her to that shabby shrine, meant to heal but only aggravating her ill feeling. They had commercialized death itself. She...

    EULOGY by James P. Johnson

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    EULOGYby James P. Johnson Being his best friend in school, his family had asked me to deliver Peg-leg Pete’s --- Edward Kowalski’s --- eulogy.We’d first met in Kindergarten in...

    RELIEF by Edward Lee

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    RELIEFBy  Edward Lee         She is unable to think of a different word to describe how she feels, a more sympathetic word, one that doesn’t sound so unkind, mercenary. So,...

    THE FACE OF NEED by Joe Ponepinto

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    THE FACE OF NEEDby Joe Ponepinto At the charity dinner, the city’s wealth was like a fragrance, subtle and sweet. As she breathed it in she began to have...