Fiction - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

    MAYA by Meghana Karanjkar

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    MAYA Her tiny fingers tightly clutched the backpack . A small, pink suitcase lay by her feet. She and Alice sat next to each other on the dark beige, traditional sofa. Her legs dangled a...

    UNDERLYING CONDITION by Vincent Barry

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    Underlying Condition When I was mustering out— Whoa! I’m not talking anything as intrepid as Ranger Company for Field Force II. No, no, the Peace Corps is all. Uganda. Y’know, Idi Amin, “Big Daddy”— “His Excellency...

    THE BIOLOGY OF COURAGE by Mark Blickley

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    Photograph by Katya Shubova “The Biology of Courage” by Mark Blickley My name is Jull Soares and I am a bastard. This is not a particular opinion that I, or anyone else that I'm aware of, has placed...

    AROUND THE CORNER by Delancy Gunther

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    Around the Corner My heart beat fast against my chest as I ran down the halls of the office. What once was my solitude now became a maze, twisting and turning around every corner trying...

    THE MEMORIAL OF MRS. E. BENJAMIN HANNECKER by Sarah Schiff

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    I’ve thought a lot about what I’d say if I were the one leading Mrs. Hannecker’s memorial service today. It’s a fantasy, I know. I’m just a coworker. But memorizing lines is what I...

    CRUSH by Charlotte Gorrell

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    Crush Sweat beaded down her forehead, fire seemed to dance down her shoulders and back. Her thighs stuck like Velcro to the seat and her ribs began to bruise right then. How long had she been...

    SECURITY by Elissa Field

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    Security When her son, Tavo, first came into her room – light on, 3 a.m., cat swiveling its head away from the noises in the yard below to the son at the door – he...

    CAKE RUSH by Courtnei Hill

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    Cake Rush By Courtnei Hill If being in a baking competition didn’t bring a pit in Sarah’s stomach, it was her fallen cake. Her heartbeat ringing in her ears, deafened the sound of ovens and mixing...

    THE LAST GOOD BAD GUY by Patti Cavaliere

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    It’s ten o’clock on Sunday morning when the thunder of a Harley stops in my driveway.  Two slices of raisin bread toast and a mug of Columbian are before me on the table and...

    THE PIZZA PLACE by Anthony Tanner

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                I enjoy walking home from work. The night air is filled with sounds of late-night lovers and alleyway cats fighting over the days trash. A sense of ease as life continues as usual.            ...