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Fiction - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

    TWO CANES by Terry Sanville

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    TWO CANESby Terry Sanville At a little after nine in the morning, Douglas stepped off the bus and hobbled along the sidewalk to the Pacific Grove Senior Center. On...

    RETRO – GENESIS 5:24 by Stephen Stratton Moore

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    RETRO-GENESIS 5:24by Stephen Stratton Moore Fairfield County, Ohio 2012 A capricious dance of clouds and low-slanting sunlight brought the field of wild grass to life, turning...

    THE DYING ROOM by Vince Barry

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    THE DYING ROOMby Vince Barry      “Nervous,” my wife goes, I think, ’cause she’s in the laundry room, which comes off the garage and is narrow and low beamed;...

    THE BOY IN RED by Sean J.H. Rubin

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    THE BOY IN REDby Sean J.H. Rubin JOSEPHINE The concert took place outside the kindergarten. Blue spruce strove to survive the prolonged dry days of Armenian...

    COLD WAR GIRL by William R. Stoddart

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    COLD WAR GIRLby William R. Stoddart                It was a long death in a short life. Aunt Tanya died from a proliferation of white blood cells, the end coming...

    ONE LONG NIGHT by Jay Hookham

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    MY ROOM IN SAVILLEby Peter Fraser Six hours on the highway brought me back into Spain from Lisbon. How can you get tired, just sitting in a bus, staring...

    MY ROOM IN SAVILLE by Peter Fraser

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    MY ROOM IN SAVILLEby Peter Fraser Six hours on the highway brought me back into Spain from Lisbon. How can you get tired, just sitting in a bus, staring...

    TELL HER by Denise Cloutier

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    TELL HERby Denis Cloutier Ellen had been married to Richard Miller for twenty years and three months on the day he died.  He’d been losing his battle with cancer...

    CHEAP DATE IDEA: DEFILING A GRAVE by Michael Gillen

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    CHEAP DATE IDEA: DEFILING A GRAVEby Michael Gillen The sun was transiting Capricorn, his tarot reading that morning was an upright star, and he had done self-affirmations all morning....

    THE LADY WITH THE TWENTY-FIVE-LETTER ALPHABET by Richard Rose

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    THE LADY WITH THE TWENTY-FIVE-LETTER ALPHABETby Richard Rose The bookshop had been quiet for most of the morning but on hearing the bell signifying that a potential customer was...