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Fiction - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

    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...

    TAMALANE ОF PETROGRAD by Virginia Marybury

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    TAMALANE OF PETROGRADby Virginia Marybury Of all the flat, marshy edges of western Petrograd, nowhere was as haunted by former people as St Basil’s Island, that diamond delta in...

    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....

    GRAVITY by Yvette Schnoeker-Shorb

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    GRAVITYby Yvette Schnoeker Shorb The two professors might as well have been talking in another language, for their conversation was most definitely beyond the interests of those who considered...

    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...

    LEGEND OF THE MAGIC WOK by Lynn Dowless

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    LEGEND OF THE MAGIC WOKby Lynn Dowless       John Burman was as sporter. The label, sporter, was a euphemism on the phrase, front line soldier, on this new arm of the free born...

    OH MADELINE by Lynn Dowless

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    OH MADELINEby Lynn Dowless       The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting, enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the...

    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...

    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...

    POSSESSED by Andrea Carlisle

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    POSSESSEDby Andrea Carlisle Jane became aware of someone coming up close behind her in the crowded checkout line, so close she could hear breathing. When she turned to look,...