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Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - August 2021

    MISTER PUSHKIN by Joram Piatigorsky

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    Don’t get me wrong. I love humans (most of the time), and I know they’re often (not always) intelligent. However, they have a blind spot when it comes to other animals. I...

    THE LAST DAY OF MY CHILDHOOD by Lotus Zhang

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    The Last Day of My Childhood That year looked the same as all of my earlier years. I was eleven years old, in my last semester...

    AGAINST TIMIDITY by Chuck Teixeira

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    I am grateful to the tenant who left the lavender liquor in the kitchen drawer. Right away, it feels fabulous, a sensation I might never have again, especially if I go to...

    OUR FATHER by Jesus Francisco Sierra

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    OUR FATHER Our Father… It’s time to ring the church bells. I’m waiting for my turn and I’m starting to get nervous. I’ve been coming up...

    LIGHT by Sandra M. Perez

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    She couldn’t remember the last time she stood in the light. “Always look for the light,” he told her. “The pool of light is here, where you dance your solo.” His eyes...

    UNLEARN by Francis Duffy

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    Of course, gender reassignment wasn’t available then. Not that I was unhappy with having been born male. Rather, it was the latter half of the nature-versus-nurture dichotomy that vexed me.

    CLOSURE by Jonathan L. Shaffer

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    The elevator door opened. It was thoroughly unremarkable, as many apartment elevators would be. A red pleather jacket over a gray hoodie entered, eyes glued to his phone. “Can...

    THE BEST FUCK IN LAUREL CANYON by Alex Pugsley

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    She has four days left on the movie, scattered over the next twelve days, and then a three-week gap in her schedule her agent wants her to fill.  But she’s exhausted.  It’s...

    THE ONE WITH THE BAG by Carlos Reynoso

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    “Sorry for the tough way we brought you here, but it was for security and important purposes,” said a man with a tone of a mix between a young person and an...

    DEAD ENDS by Jack Cimino

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    Dead Ends After Joey had been shot, time seemed to move quicker. It was an especially humid night in Long Beach. I was sitting in the parking lot of...