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Fiction - Year VI - Number 47 - April 2021

    DISTANCE OF DEATH by Lauren Rollins

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    Distance of Death             The world looks a little different when you’re dead. Colors are faded, and it seems like everything is a tiny bit lagged. Temperature and wind don’t seem to exist, and everything...

    WEST SIDE HIGHWAY by Leah Erickson

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    When she emerged from the elevator, he was surprised to see that she was alone. Usually she was with her husband, on the way to a book launch or a gallery opening or a...

    OBSOLESCENCE by Laurence Klavan

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    OBSOLESCENCEby Laurence Klavan It hadn’t been intentional, Cody thought. Had it? He wasn’t self-analytical, a trait he’d inherited from his father, the man he’d “forgotten” to invite to his bachelor party.             Why was that part...

    UNREQUITED BY RULES by Monika R. Martyn

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    Unrequited by Rules The summer afternoon had been punished, and when the sun made its encore appearance amidst the leaving storm clouds, the redeeming blue sky stole the show. Manfred sauntered out into the garden,...

    COLDER THAN I SHOULD BE by Jessica McGlyn

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    Colder than I Should Be By Jessica McGlyn “I’m here for the ‘essentials services’,” the woman air quoted, winking as she approached the new receptionist of the Bethesda Beauty Center.  “Why should I suffer wrinkles just...

    ELECTRIC: A WOMAN IN LOCKDOWN by Carly A. Krakow

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    Electric: A Woman in Lockdown I am a car that needs to be jump-started. For every short trip to the grocery store, or to the post office, or to pick up my kid from school. A...

    IMPACT WINTER by Shaun Polakow

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    IMPACT WINTER By Shaun Polakow The sky was a crime scene without clues, bereft of moon or sun. Casket black and unchanged by time or season it cast the icy tundra below in darkness. The only...

    MR. GORBACHEV, TEAR DOWN THIS WALL by Frederick G. Yeager

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    MR. GORBACHEV, TEAR DOWN THIS WALL With five trash bags in my right hand and whistling “The Yellow Rose of Texas,” I walked toward the six-foot-high, ten-foot-long wall my dad built on our lawn. Every...

    THE MAN, THE WOODS, AND THE MISTAKE by Theresa DePoi

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    “The Man, the Woods, and the Mistake” He could hear his heart pounding in his chest and his throat burned like fire as he ran faster and faster.  He knew there was no hope of...

    MAGUS ON THE FIRE ESCAPE by Stephen Haines

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    Magus on the Fire Escape Wren stared from the fire escape outside her studio apartment, watching the people stroll in and out of the bookstore below. She lit a cigarette and gazed toward University Way,...