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Fiction - Year V - Number 37 - June 2020

    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...

    THE DYER’S DAY OUT by Nageen Rather

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    THE DYER’S DAY OUT Reclining against the mud-plastered wall, Gulzar Khan’s soft-natured wife Noor opened the copper lid of the samovar and blew a mouthful of air into its chimney. After adding a pinch of...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    TOGETHER AT LAST by Ruth Deming

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    TOGETHER AT LAST Thud! That’s me, playfully hitting myself in the forehead, wondering why I hadn’t thought of this before. Go and visit her. Go, even if you have to pay someone to drive you...

    PEBBLES by Susie Gharib

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    Pebbles Let me speak of madness that surpasses description. He addressed the pebbles he collected with the utmost respect. He gave them names and whispered in their ears, though I could not tell which parts...

    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...

    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...