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 Tuesdays and Thursdays, they served free...

    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 people called, The Patriot's Liberation Front. To...

    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 themselves ordinary. The Comparative Literature and...

    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 the river’s throat. One cold November...

    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 for the better part of a...

    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; so, if somebody says something, let...

    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 just shy of her half-century birthday....

    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 it from the dull hues of winter into a brilliant,...

    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, she saw a pale, thirty-something woman...