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Fiction - Year V - Number 37 - June 2020

    THE PURPOSE OF LIFE by Giusi Rotondo

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    THE PURPOSE OF LIFE BY GIUSI ROTONDO "A baby who’s born dead doesn't need to go through the process of living an entire life. The need to have a body has been satisfied. We must imagine that...

    WAIT THREE MINUTES by Tanya E. E. E. Schmid

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    Wait Three Minutes by Tanya E. E. E. Schmid “Go!” she called through the closed door. The toilet lid was cold. Sitting there, she noticed how clean Jim’s bathroom was. No dust bunnies in...

    COMFORTING LIES by Jeff Dosser

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    Darkness fell outside DeMichael’s window, his curtains rippling with the final exhalations of a humid summer day. With a sigh, he jammed his copy of NBA 2K12 into his Xbox wishing, his mother could...

    WHICH MARY by Orman Day

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    Which Mary? With cocktail glasses in hand, Dayna and her boyfriend Jake were cuddling on the sagging sofa when Lauren twisted her key in the lock and—by the digital numbers on the TV’s cable...

    RAIN AND COFFEE by Mehreen Ahmed

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    Sweet Callings Another hot day in the savannah, the young man, barely 24 wouldn’t take his eyes off her picture on facebook, I wrote as I looked out at a collage of zebras and giraffes...

    7513 STEADMAN ST. by Hussein Alkadhim

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    7513 STEADMAN ST. After coming back home from work one night, sitting down to a bland microwaved meal and flipping through the channels in the dark, I suddenly felt conscious of myself and everything, or...

    THE SHORESIDE by Sean Fisher

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    The Shoreside by Sean Fisher Erik stared at the photo, gripped tightly in his hands. The waves violently crashing onto the shore in front of him. A storm was quickly brewing. He brought his eyes up...

    REMEMBER HOW WE WERE by Jonathan Vollinger

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    Remember How We Were by Jonathan Vollinger She’s early today. I get out of bed. I put on my robe and slippers, then I’m moving slowly down the hallway. At the end of the hallway I pass...

    LIKE DESCRIBING COLOR TO A BLIND PERSON by Jim Bolone

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    “Put 101.9 on.” The music we listening to no longer interested me and became noise. I preferred my own music; it helped keep me alert, the way it was on the road before losing my...

    WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? By Glynn Germany

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    WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? "I don't need his ideas, okay? Or any old crap full of vacuum tubes and God knows what. I need his face. Not his ideas. And for sure not his mouth....