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Fiction - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

    THE STORY OF THE OLD MAN ON THE BENCH IN THE PARK

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    THE STORY OF THE OLD MAN ON THE BENCH IN THE PARKby Harvey James I've gotta start from the beginning and so I say to him, I’ve gotta explain...

    WINTER PEOPLE by Barbara Borst

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    WINTER PEOPLEBy Barbara Borst Maria slumped onto the brown plaid sofa in her friend’s combination living room, dining area and kitchen. She was tired. Not from bathing and dressing...

    THURSDAY MORNING by Taylor Morrison

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    THURSDAY MORNINGTaylor Morrison  I knew something wasn't right the moment I walked into Mrs. Knickerbocker's class on Thursday morning. We called her Mrs. N. because of the silent K...

    CAUTION: SLIPPERY WHEN WET by Ivanka Fear

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    CAUTION: SLIPPERY WHEN WETby Ivanka Fear "It was an accident waiting to happen," Ivy Rose explained to Detective Reed. “There were just way too many people looking for the...

    LAVE by Todd Dodson

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    LAVEBy Todd Dodson     It’s gentle at first. You are five and she sets you in the tub still filling with water. Even on her knees she looms over you,...

    A MILLION MARIAS by Gene Goldfarb

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    A MILLION MARIASby Gene Goldfarb Jack lived on a busy tongue of land that pointed out on the Atlantic Ocean east to a European continent. His home turf was...

    A LIFE IN A DAY by Brighid Moret

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    A LIFE IN A DAYby Brighid Moret The screen door swung shut, slamming its frame as it did every day.  Eventually they are going to shatter the glass, Margaret thought...

    THE ANNIVERSARY by Renato Barucco

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    THE ANNIVERSARYRenato Barucco He lies immobile under the sheets, arms at his sides and legs straight, like a corpse in a coffin but with eyes wide open, staring at...

    FIFTIES SCOOP by John Tavares

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    FIFTIES SCOOPby John Tavares There are many gaps and holes in the story, but my origins in as few words as possible must necessarily leave some sense of vagueness...

    DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE by Jeannine Cook

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    DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDEby Jeannine A. Cook She was used to the flinching. The fiddling. The mess. The begging. The crying. The blood. These women with their thick thighs...