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Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    THE PLAY’S THE THING by Thomas Belton

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    The Play’s the Thing By Thomas Belton In the first act, you get the hero up a tree, in the second you throw rocks at him, and in the third act you get the poor son-of-a-bitch back...

    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 ground as he could, miles over...

    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 than it...

    PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph

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    PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph Leonard was always the expressive one, not Will. Leonard was an artist, so expression was his thing. Everyone kept telling Will that it was strange he hadn’t cried yet, but...

    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 loose, hoping to forestall wrinkles, but it re-attaches like a...

    A WOMEN OF THE PERIOD by Timothy Resau

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    A Woman of the Period                                                            A Novel Excerpt                                                                                By                                                          Timothy Resau HE would have left long ago if it wasn't for her—a striking girl-woman of eighteen or so.  She had black...

    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 that furniture...

    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 love her.  But "it just can't be", she lamented over and over.  I was...

    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 a mess, he saw little to...

    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 woman is wearing a fancy bright red dress. Both of...