Fiction - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

    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 it is...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    BRICK SNOW by Melissa Chen

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    It sounded like a backhoe smashed through the toy room window and methodically tipped out millions of marble chips in a steady stream onto the hardwood floor. “Daddy, come quick,” Liam shouted. “Oliver spilled all...

    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...

    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...