Fiction - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

    PATRICIDE by Alan Swyer

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    PATRICIDEby Alan Swyer Year after year Tom Campbell longed to trade peddling for creating, a condition he playfully (but privately) claimed owed to "screenplay envy." Even once his heart was no fully longer into agenting,...

    SLEIGHT OF HAND by Rebecca Lee

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    SLEIGHT OF HANDby Rebecca Lee In the light between blinds, my eyes stare into the neighbor's window. All I see is my reflection. Blue eyes, thin face, blond hair to my chest. I am waiting...

    A TALE OF TWO BIRDS by Max Johansson

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    A TALE OF TWO BIRDSby Max Johansson There was a Tulip tree, older than anyone’s eyes could remember, that stole the valley. The old Tulip tree stood next to a river, who’s fervour had somewhat...

    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 didn’t care where I wound up,...

    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 sixty years old.  She had grown...

    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 before my first client arrived. The...

    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 missed the salt trucks.” Peyton was...

    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 guitar, something vintage, or the...

    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. That’s how he described it to...

    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 thought of florists, candle shops and...