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Fiction - Year V - Number 38 - July 2020

    ALL THOSE SECRETS WE SHORED UP by Celine Low

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    All Those Secrets We Shored Up ALL THOSE SECRETS WE SHORED UP She was talking about Damien again. They were sprawled out by the shore in bikinis, Tati in her white lace set, Ruth in...

    THE POOR WOMAN AND HER DAUGHTERS by B. Craig Grafton

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    THE POOR WOMAN AND HER DAUGHTERS There once was a very poor unmarried woman by the name of Leticia who had given birth to a second daughter who she named...

    DESI DINNER PARTY by Mariya Khan

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    DESI DINNER PARTY When your mom says you’re spending Saturday night at Sunnah Auntie’s house, you groan and try to convince her otherwise. Your mom instructs you to pick out a Pakistani outfit. There’s no...

    THE SERPENT QUEEN by Christina Holbrook

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    “Holy Crap!” Caroline screamed, and scrambled back into the air-conditioned house, slamming shut the sliding glass door to the patio. She should have softened her blasphemy to, say, “Crap!” But in her terrible fright,...

    EMPIRE ACCESS by John Richmond

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    EMPIRE ACCESS (“Kiss Me Before You Go”) A Short Story by John Richmond (Copyright © John Richmond 2020) He intended it to be an “in-and-out” sort of trip. Take the 4AM-ish Amtrak Empire Access out of...

    AN UNCOMFORTABLE RIDE by Jennifer Brewer

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    AN UNCOMFORTABLE RIDE By Jennifer Brewer The cool air blasted into the Town and Country minivan. It was a couple years old now, but I loved my purchase. It fit my family of five, had all...

    THE STOPPER by Aaron Israel

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    The Stopper by Aaron Israel It was early. Waves were slapping the shore. Dawns rays were peeking above the dark waters. A gray sunrise like that would never make the papers. I thought it was beautiful....

    FIONA AND SALLY by Cearra Hill

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    Fiona and Sally By Cearra Hill Fiona and Sally used to be close friends, the closest friends at Swallow High, everyone loved to be around them. They were always the life of the party and lit...

    THE FIREPLACE by Foster Trecost

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    The Fireplace I recall that morning with clarity rarely present in my memories. Fallen leaves chased across frosted grass, their paths directed by an unseen force. Church bells cracked the frozen air, marking...

    AN URBAN STORY by Douglas Canter

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    An Urban Story Margo Price played softly on the radio as Da’Shana and Carol talked about their weeks. “Another glass of Chardonnay?” Carol asked, her blue-green eyes widening, her voice carrying the “a” sound in...