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Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

    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. My abnormality surfaced early. I’d ridden...

    THE CELESTIAL DIPLOMAT by Vivien Schwarz

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    The Celestial Diplomat             He arrived three quarters past midnight, on foot. His car lay in a ravine a mile down the road, and his jeans and feet were muddied. The only belongings he carried...

    SCREAMING INTO THE WELL by Douglas Cole

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    Screaming into the Well As jones steered his way through the palm fronds of a few ideas that wanted to surface but kept diving back down again into the undertow of his brain, appearing just...

    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 Friday evening,...

    FAMILY SECRETS by Chris Morey

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    Baz came swinging down our street, whistling some last-year’s hit, out of tune. After nine months banged up courtesy of Her Majesty, he was as happy as anyone would be. I’d been keeping an eye...

    I AM by Evie Haskell Maxwell

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    I am By E.C. Haskell “I am death,” said the little girl. The big man in a stained apron turned. Lights from the cooking fire behind him gleamed on his brawny arms, and sent dark shadows flickering...

    I LOVE YOU LIKE BROKEN GLASS by Frances Wiedenhoeft

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    How many times had I scrubbed until my fingertips were raw and blood trickled into the wash water?  Any witness to this stooped washerwoman would have seen the emotional precipice I teetered on.             First,...

    DROWNING IN SILVERFISH by Lauren Colwell Steinke

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    I met myself the day before the Fourth of July. I was sitting in a nondescript coffee shop in my hometown, they’d torn down the deli I used to go to with my father...

    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 reflected magic...

    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 adult. “Let...