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Fiction - Year V - Number 31 - December 2019

    THE EAGLE AND THE RAVEN by Robert Gamer

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    THE EAGLE AND THE RAVENby Robert Gamer   I first laid eyes on her outside the Diamond Intercontinental on Franklin Street in Juneau. A breath taker in looks, she worked the crowd of tourists streaming by...

    IT WAS HIS HABIT TO GO TO BED EARLY by Toni Morgan

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      IT WAS HIS HABIT TO GO TO BED EARLYby Toni Morgan Following a supper of potatoes fried in an iron skillet with two pork chops and three eggs, he carefully scraped his plate then threw...

    FRIED PICKLES by Hannah Newman

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    FRIED PICKLESBy Hannah Newman Jasper did not know how to love his mother. He had been living with her for all twenty-five years of his life and each day seemed to be more unbearable than...

    MURMURS by Dale Stuckey

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    MURMURSby Dale Stuckey  Ted thought the creator had made a terrible mistake matching him with a career as a trainer, knowing full well he experienced paralyzing embarrassment speaking in front of groups. To heighten the...

    BABY ON BOARD by Rachael Biggs

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    BABY ON BOARDby Rachael Biggs Deliberately inhaling and exhaling the crisp morning air with force, Jane noticed one of the first leaves turning yellow and felt grateful that Autumn was not far off and that...

    CHICAGO by Emily Sullivan

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    CHICAGOby Emily Sullivan Andrea shifted the gear into park on the side of the dim lit street. She reached for the volume dial and turned it to zero. Her thumb pressed into the red release...

    KNIGHT ERRANT by Dennis Vannatta

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    KNIGHT ERRANTBy Dennis Vannatta I got to the clubhouse a few minutes before 8:00, when I’m officially on the clock.  I like to be on time even though Cornell Lee, who owns and operates Hill...

    FABULOUSLY FALLEN by Callista Van Allen

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    FABULOUSLY FALLENby Callista Van Allen Being the angel on someone’s shoulder is impossible when they don’t listen, no matter what you do. There isn’t even a devil on their other shoulder—no one else they’re listening...

    THE PHONE BOX AT THE EDGE OF TIME by G. M. Klein

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    THE PHONE BOX AT THE EDGE OF TIMEby G. M. Klein The man lent into the wheelchair as the slope steepened. Mercifully the rain had stopped. The wind was against them but it wasn’t hard...