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Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    WHEN THE SUN KISSED THE RIVER by Nancy Chadwick

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    when the sun kissed the river My little brother was a wanderer. And I am a walker. There’s a difference, you know. Bean’s goal was to explore as much...

    AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT by Daniel Pié

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    As Luck Would Have It By Daniel Pié       The oily humidity of late August causes his new cotton-blend shirt to cling. He gently pulls it...

    STALKER by Chris Viner

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    StalkerAs the golden autumn leaves tumbled along the cobbled ground near the stone walls, whichmeandered up the hill towards the rose pink café on the corner, Warren noticed how Montmartreappeared less busy...

    MY PORCELAIN GIRL by James L. Blackburn

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    My Porcelain Girl by James L. Blackburn The voice of Janis Joplin awoke me.  She was wailing that she needed a man to...

    ME AND TIME by Callan Preece

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    And then we crossed a country. We crossed together—in the Corolla with him driving because I never learnt to drive and with our stuff lodged in the backseat in such a way...

    MEEK by Robert Parker

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    Norman doesn’t like sharing. He is begrudgingly sharing this with you now, albeit in the past, anonymously and once removed. If you want to stop reading he wouldn’t care, he’s not too...

    WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES by Nicole Carpio

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    When the Clock Strikes By Nicole Carpio             The small analog clock’s ticking fills the space. The man is wearing a fancy black vest while the...

    ME AND THE FISH ATTACHED TO MY SKIN by Audrey Renner

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    Me and the Fish Attached to My Skin Audrey Renner             I live afloat in the ocean with fish attached to my skin. As long as...

    THE BUTTON MAKES THREE by Dex Campbell

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    The Button Makes Three By Dex Campbell Will and Dawn stared at the red button installed on top of the white pedestal. “One...

    LOVE AND HERMAN COGAN by Robert Sachs

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    Love and Herman Cogan             It was the fall of 1961 and Cogan was alone again. He looked around his apartment for something to do. Not one to make...