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Fiction - Year VII - Number 50 - July 2021

    BEYOND APPEARANCES by Jose Recio

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    Beyond Appearances Playing in front of her house, a little girl sets wildflowers in earthen pots pretending to be a gardener. She lives with her parents in a red-roofed village, a quiet place with a...

    THE PRICE FOR GREEN by Lane Goble

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    The Price for Green In an empty colorless theatre, a man in a black plague doctor mask, who we will call The Doctor, enters the stage. There is a painter's canvas and a stool, with...

    STALLER BREAKS by Phil Brunetti

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    Staller Breaks Philip Brunetti It was all on stall for a short while longer.  He’d put himself on stall.  This was one of the few options.  Now that his heart was broken and he’d wept in...

    UTOPIA AMERICANA by Charlotte Graham

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    A place where love never endsThe room had seafoam colored walls, and one window:from it you could see the smoke. It was the middle of the day. Iwas at the end of my rope....

    PERENNIAL UNDULATION by Preston Canavan

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    Perennial Undulation             A smack of thunder prompted his eyes to drift open. He lay still a moment, taking this time before sitting up. An hour could go by before escaping bed crossed his mind....

    SHIVER by Ben Shahon

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    Shiver I don’t remember where or when it was that I first met Alex. As far back as I can remember, she and I have been close. Her mom, Patricia, and my mom, Sue, had...

    GOING HOME by Emily Chaff

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    GOING  HOME Springdale, Ohio.                 God, what a place.                 It was the sort of small town that lacked any of the charm that made small towns desirable in the hearts and minds of people who didn't...

    SEATTLE, 1961 by Mike Dillon

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    SEATTLE, 1961 by Mike Dillon As mother raised her fist to knock on the white door, she paused and glanced back at me. “Please take your cap off.” So, I did. “That’s what little gentlemen do,” she added...

    FRECKLES by Sabahattin Ali / Translated by Aysel K. Basci

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    Freckles By Sabahattin Ali / Translated by Aysel K. Basci It was a hot, sultry day. I had just left a friend’s home, where I had spent most of the evening drenched in perspiration, listening to...