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Fiction - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

    JASPER & RUBY by Zach Murphy

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    JASPER & RUBYby Zach Murphy  “These guys have been around longer than us!” Jasper says to Ruby as they admire the Galapagos tortoises at the Como Zoo.

    BETWEEN THE AISLES by Jessamyn Violet

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    BETWEEN THE AISLESby Jessamyn Violet  Fixation: An obsessive preoccupation.Sometimes, the only thing I can do to keep my mind off of him is to go shopping—mainly for cheap, useless...

    HORSEBACK by Eric D. Goodman

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    HORSEBACKby Eric D. Goodman Dustin prepared the horses for another day of riding. The sun had barely risen, but he’d already put in a few hours. Earlier, he’d made...

    THE NEIGHBOR by Fiona Cooke

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    THE NEIGHBORby Fiona Cooke     Tommy was always the paranoid type; he bought 1,000 dollars' worth of security cameras and security locks, so if anyone were to show up,...

    LINEMAN’S HUT NO. 13 by Magdalena Blazevic

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    LINEMAN’S HUT NO. 13by Magdalena Blazevic   The shadow is alive and Sofija knows she cannot run from it. The room's walls cannot soak it in, nor can the dark swallow it up. She...

    FATHER by Erik Barca

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    FATHERby Erik Barca “Marcus, please stay the week. Dad needs you.” “He doesn’t want me around.  I’ll need to rearrange my work. I can only stay through Wednesday,...

    FOURTH OF JULY CONFESSION by Amber Brandau

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    FOURTH OF JULY CONFESSIONby  Amber Brandau The town’s streets were lined with American flags, signaling another Fourth of July was here. I walked down the old brick streets that...

    SPRING-HEELED JACK by Ernesto Ignacio Gomez Belloso

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    SPRING-HEELED JACKby Ernesto Ignacio Gomez Belloso  Gottfried and Freischütz were not artsy. They didn’t know the complexities of painting, nor did they ever bother to look into them. But...

    FROSTBITTEN PIEROGI by Jennifer Ostromecki

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    FROSTBITTEN PIEROGIby Jennifer Ostromecki  Inside our house I shiver while my breath fogs the window; I draw a cake with seven candles then wipe the pane before Mama notices....

    WAR IS NEVER OVER by Gail Finch

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    WAR IS NEVER OVERby Gail Finch  It was the summer of 1954. The screams of cicadas could be heard through the humid air of the twilight. Stars twinkled in...