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Fiction - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

    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 thin cigarette...

    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,...

    THE RIVER by Jared Carlson

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    I looked at the small stack of old books lying on the counter and called out to my wife, “Is this them?” “Yes, a couple are so old and worn that I don’t think you...

    DINNER AT JOHNNY CAMP by Scott Jessop

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    Fresh trout was a treat Johnny Daughtry did not often enjoy. Dick Wootton was fishing up along the South Platte when he stopped at the camp and knocked on Johnny's door. Johnny dragged his stiff...

    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 scalloped end...

    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 teeth, and...

    TO JUMP by Darren Deth

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                Matt wondered what sound Abby made when she hit the rocks below. How had she chosen the spot where she would go over the railing into the air for the last few seconds...

    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...

    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,...

    THE LET DOWN by Ashley Nicholson

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    The Let Down Henry honked the horn repeatedly in the driveway, letting Julia know he had arrived home from work. He stayed in the car because he was there to pick her up for what she...