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Fiction - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

    RESPECT THE CLEANERS by Elias Andreopoulos

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    Tanya had let it go on long enough.  Meeting with the Headmaster was her only option.  She worked at the Rochester Academy, a private All Girls school serving Kindergarten through 12th Grade on the...

    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 were playing in the creek by...

    GHOSTS OF THE REPUBLIC by Edward Mack

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    Sultan was staring at a ghost. He wore a paper cap and a white apron that was tied behind his neck and held a long carving knife in his right hand. The ghost was...

    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 bed, or maybe getting some work...

    JUST DESSERTS by Pamela Cottam

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    Osborn Gravic tugged on his muddy boots, straining to reach over his stomach to bend just enough to yank the tongues that forever curled inside his boot. He paused, catching his breath and puffing,...

    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?”             “Shut up,” she snapped as she approached the table. “We’re...

    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 collected it,...

    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 he likes me.” And then this was...

    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 Sundays—and when...

    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 she rubbed the scars on her...