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Fiction - Year V - Number 42 - November 2020

    AGAINST ALL ODDS by Michael Emeka

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    Against All Odds By Michael Emeka The first time I saw Chetachi after she moved into our house, she was in the backyard, brushing her teeth. Even through the toothpaste foam, I could tell she had...

    WINTER’S CALL by Brian Schulz

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                It has been snowing for eight days.  Steady snow, constant, hour after hour.  Sometimes heavy, occasionally just in wisps.  The wind has come up a couple of times and stirred things, whipping the...

    THE SITE by Katie Kopacz

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    The Site The Metro North train lurched from side to side as it accelerated, wheels squealing, out of Grand Central station and into the dark tunnel. She, Essie, was accustomed to the rattling banshee scream...

    SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET by Brandy McKay

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    Skeletons in the Closet Sometimes families have secrets.  And sometimes curiosity gets the better of folks.  I was maybe eight or nine. One thing for sure, the age of reason hadn’t kicked in yet. In...

    THE DEATHWATCH by Magdalena Blazevic

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    The Deathwatch Wood termites gnaw away at the womb of the furniture. Underneath the smooth surface lies a labyrinth of endlessly long narrow tunnels. Black columns within. They tap away in the throes of...

    ALL FLOWERS MUST EVENTUALLY WILT by Natalie Hampton

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                All flowers must eventually wilt.             Sweat clings to his pasty skin, pooling at the base of his back. Are his hands too clammy? Is his face pallid and sickly? And why does he...

    DIXON RIDGE by Jim Woessner

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    A brass bell suspended in a wooden frame stands in a square of hard-packed yellow dirt about the same area as a two-car garage. They call it a park, but it’s not much of...

    LUCKY CHARMS by Ed Meek

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    I had hitched down to L.A. to visit my friend Paul back in the 70s when all you needed to get someplace was a thumb. I was going to school at U of Montana...

    PANOPTICON by Cat Sole

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                It was quiet under the water.             The tepid bathwater made Mina feel weightless. Her hands bobbed next to her, not touching her skin, not feeling the shape of her stomach or her hips...