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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 FLAT ABOVE by Sue Brennan

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    THE FLAT ABOVEby Sue Brennan Belinda had always wanted to live above a shop and there was no real explaining why. Maybe it was the idea of people moving...

    RUNAWAY by Maria Espinosa

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    RUNAWAYby Maria Espinosa Hannah lay on the roof.  The rough pebbles and tar scratched her body.  She watched the people below: her mother and threepolicemen.  A branch from the...

    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...

    MADE TO DECAY by Tom O’Brien

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    MADE TO DECAYby Tom O'Brien Hugh sat on a bench in Cavendish Square Park, hearing a police siren wail along nearby Oxford St. The crumbling statue of the Duke...

    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...

    EULOGY by Spencer Storey Johnson

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    EULOGY By Spencer Storey Johnson Pine leans on his gravestone, dressed as he always was when we were young: artfully torn denim jacket, dark curls swept...

    THE DAY IT ALMOST SNOWED by Richard Risemberg

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    THE DAY IT ALMOST SNOWED By Richard Risemberg I think of it as the day it almost snowed. It really did snow, leaving traces for an...

    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...

    THE PIT by Joel Howard

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    THE PITby Joel Howard Ben was shocked that his dad had bothered to come. Perhaps the man had been surprised  -  even elated  -  that his son had exhibited...