Fiction - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

    THE FIG TREE by Peter Roxburgh

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    Izabela’s earliest memory is of picking fruit from the fig tree that bordered the stream which ran along the bottom of her garden. She was probably four or five years old; it was before...

    437 WILTON STREET by Zach Murphy

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    437 Wilton Street (A Brick Story) Charlie’s wistful heart tingles as he pulls up to 437 Wilton Street, the apartment building from his childhood. Everything is gone but the skeleton of a structure and the...

    LOST by Michael Emeka

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    Lost By Michael Emeka 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...

    PELIOS HAS DEPARTED by Reed Kuehn

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    Pelios Has Departed DSM-5 Criteria for PTSD Criterion A (one required): The person was exposed to: death, threatened death, actual or threatened serious injury, or actual or threatened sexual violence Criterion B (one required): The traumatic event...

    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...