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Fiction - Year V - Number 38 - July 2020

    CAT STORY by Fatemeh Jafari

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    CAT STORY “Be quiet! Now it’s the cat’s turn to ask us questions!” “The cat had not come of its own free will, so it couldn’t be blamed now; it had been grabbed by...

    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...

    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...

    AT LEAST I KNOW I’M FREE by James Hanna

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    AT LEAST I KNOW I’M FREE by James Hanna In the first week of Trump’s presidency, something unusual happened in Putnamville, Indiana. Sammy Spigot, a garrulous DJ on the local radio station, started playing only one song....

    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 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...

    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....

    ICE CREAM FOR SHERENE by Caleb Coomer

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    ICE CREAM FOR SHERENE Sherene stood on the roof of South Central Bank, where she worked for several years, and thought of her tombstone, envisioning the gray colored “Sherene Turrington”. She hated her name and...

    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,...