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 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...