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Fiction - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

    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...

    ALICE IN MONTAUK by Gosia Nealon

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    Alice in Montauk 1938, Montauk, New York The Island Club on Lake Montauk had filled up with people dining, dancing, or gambling. The air was rich...

    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...

    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...

    COLD COFFEE by Madison Foreman

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                The coffee cup sitting in front of him had grown cold.             His crooked mouth twitched into a grin. “How are you, Miss Sylvia?”            ...

    STANDING FOR LAUREN by Aymon Langlois

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    Like Kurt Vonnegut, “I let the dog out, or I let h in, and we talk some. I let h know I like h, and he me know...

    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...

    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...

    ZIGARETTENSTUMMEL by Aren Bergstrom

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    Oskar liked the smell of tobacco on his hands. It reminded him of his grandfather, how he used to take a tuft of chewing tobacco, wedge it between his lower lip and...

    IF ONLY by Jacqueline March

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    If Only The only way that Faye could deal with losing her baby boy was to imagine that some sweet barren couple had taken him out of desperation. Absentmindedly...