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Fiction - Year V - Number 35 - April 2020

    LEAVES FROM THE FIELD by Michael Robinson

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    LEAVES FROM THE FIELDby Michael Robinson At Christian Appalachian Southern Baptist Institute (CASBI) there are two statues in the garden with the water-spring pond and a brick walkway leading to the main campus. One of...

    THE NIGHT I MET LOVE by Jannai Calderon

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    THE NIGHT I MET LOVEBy: Jannai Calderon “Hey Babe, you ready? OH NO NO NO NO, come on’ you’ll have to come. you’ll have so much fun! Hun. And plus, I believe it will good...

    MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Linda Marshall

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    MISTAKEN IDENTITYBy Linda Marshall  She’d flown back to St. Louis for her mother’s funeral, her sadness accentuated by their often difficult relationship; no fixing it now. It was in the past, yet Kate was obsessed...

    TWO SHAWLS by Brian Feller

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    TWO SHAWLSby Brian Feller      Claire waited on the couch for her parents to arrive and gripped her husband’s hand as she watched the grandfather clock tick by. When it struck noon, it gonged loudly. Clair...

    IVANA by Magdalena Blazevic

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    IVANA(16. 8. 1993)by Magdalena Blazevic I'll be dead in two hours. My hair, washed with camomile, as white as snow, will mix with the dust from the well-worn path and turn grey. It remembers the...

    CONFESSIONAL by Richard Rose

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    CONFESSIONALby Richard Rose The request for a visit from a priest had taken Lucy by surprise. She knew that as a child her mother, encouraged by her parents who were devout Catholics, had been a...

    SQUISHY STAR TUBE by Franco Amati

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    SQUISHY STAR TUBEby Franco Amati The thing I remember most about that day was the squishy star tube. The way it moved all slippery in my hand and how those colorful plastic stars inside just...

    FLAMENCO – FIVE BELOW by Meghan Dimmick

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    FLAMENCO, FIVE BELOWby Meghan Dimmick John and Beatrice are dating.  Eric and I are their friends. Beatrice and I met on the first day of grade school.  We were six.  We were all six, but somehow she seemed...

    SPIRAL by Martin Toman

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    SPIRALby Martin Toman Rachel left the kitchen quietly, crossing the atrium to ascend the staircase, her foot fall soundless so as to not attract attention. The noises of the wake receded as she climbed, and...

    DEATH AND BASEBALL by Red Rollins*

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    DEATH AND BASEBALLBy Red Rollins He parked at the subway station and took the train to Union. The southbound train was filled with blue jerseys—couples, gangs of women, gangly men with turkey hats, punks, and Eastern...