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Fiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

    TALK TO ME by Bonita LeFlore

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    TALK TO MEby Bonita LeFlore  At three months of age, Maria Lopez Ruiz’s eyes turned blue. Not just any ordinary blue, but turquoise, the color of the sea near Porto San Sebastian, where Sophia Lopez...

    ROBERT AND GOYLE GO TO THE MOVIES by Ryan James Lamb

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    ROBERT AND GOYLE GO TO THE MOVIESby Ryan James Lamb  The dull green Daihatsu Sedan pulled into the car park with a grunkling sound and came to a crooked stop between two bays.‘Don’t forget the...

    ORGANIC FOOD by Uko Tyrawn Okon

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    ORGANIC FOODby Uko Tyrawn Okon When Selena left me, I learned that the world is a trick and it starts with what you consume. The word vitamin is on everything now. All nuts are organic,...

    FERTILITY by Noelle Florio

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    FERTILITYby Noelle Florio “It comes in waves, Miss. Loakey. Some days will be better than others sweetie, but the results of your spirometry test show your lungs have increased inflammation since your last visit,” Doc...

    A GROCER’S LIST by Charlie Turner

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    A GROCER’S LISTby Charlie Turner Three dozen eggs. Ollie stands in the middle of the mess with a cigarette behind his ear. Our father, the deli manager, is across the store flirting with some young...

    NO VACANCY by Nathaniel Zebley

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    NO VACANCYby Nathaniel Zebley  Rachel stood up, walked over to the smudged window in the small room, and looked out at the parking lot with only a few cars in it. The “No Vacancy” sign...

    CURSED CHRISTMAS DINNER

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    CURSED CHRISTMAS DINNERby Alexandre Henrique Ferreira Campos de Souza  The cold wind howls through the city, the snow slowly falling and gathering on the roofs of houses. A normal Christmas Eve, families gathering, and presents...

    PEQUENA by Taylor Martin

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    PEQUENAby Taylor Martin  Pequena rustled in my arms, I tussled to calm her down. The looks from my schoolmates spelled disgust, dirty gazes at her dirt covered feathers. I ignored them all. In the midst...

    DELUSION by Ibrahim N. Al-Huraiyes,

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    DELUSIONby Ibrahim N. Al-Huraiyestranslated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim  He threw the pen aside and collapsed on the lumpy chair, resting his aching body. Dazed, he silently stared into the distance. Last Monday,...