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Fiction - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

    DEVOTION by Amanda E.K.

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    “A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.” - Ernest Hyde (Spoon River Anthology) The vanity arrived on...

    STORIES FROM PAPA by Brian Feller

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                I sat in a chair outside the office while Mama went inside and spoke to the rabbi. I’d been sitting there since Hebrew school let out—which I attended on Tuesdays and...

    SO SORRY I MISSED YOUR CALL by Stephen Moore

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    Present             “Hello, Diane, it’s Mom. Just wanted to say hello. It’s been a long time, sweetie. You’ve been on my mind lately. I was re-living the time we...

    SIREN SONG by Elizabeth Gauffreau

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    Siren Song             Galen did not think to check the gas gauge when he made his final exit from the parking lot of the Bay View Apartments. He left...

    THE HILLS HAVE… by R.W. Watkins

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    The applause proved neither hesitant nor restrained in the wake of Mr. Potter’s announcement: First Prize in the 1982 Northeastern school-district photo contest was going to none other than twelve-year-old Rodric Floyd...

    LOST by Michael Emeka

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    Night had fallen by the time I returned from hawking banana for Mummy. I stood the large steel tray against the wall and handed her the cash I’d made. Looking stern, she...

    THE COST OF THE WATCH by Davis Wetherell

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    “Whatever one man does, it is as if all men did it. For that reason, it is not unfair that one disobedience in a garden should contaminate all humanity; for that reason...

    MOTHER AND DAUGHTER by Ellis Shuman

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    There was no need for words. Lyuba urged her daughter forward, indicating with a nod which way the young girl should go. Which person to approach. Not the elderly man smoking a...

    ACTING OUT by Brian Quinn

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    I play this game, every time I rinse out a soup bowl, or a cereal bowl. Leave the spoon inthe bowl, swirl it, slosh it, tip it. I can’t quit until the...

    PALIMONY by Alan Swyer

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    “What are you up to today?” asked Sally Leeds when she reached Larry Karlin early on a Monday morning. “I'm torn between going to Paris, spending the day in...