Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

    THE WITCH by Zachary LaFever

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    It was the day of my mother's funeral. It was raining that day. The rain and wind combined and smashed along the church's windows. It sounded like a baseball bat whacking into a steel...

    THE BRIEF, UNHAPPY EXISTENCE OF GAY DOBBIN by Randall Ivey

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         As one year ends and another begins, one invariably, inevitably waxes nostalgic, particularly with regard to those he has lost, they being the most important people to him.  My parents, Emory and Doris...

    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,...

    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 WAITRESS by Clark Zlotchew

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    You know, people really suck.  I’ll give you an example:  Here I am, just me on duty at the Come‘N Get It Eatery.  The place is just filled with all these people wanting to...

    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...

    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...

    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 the laundromat on Park Ave. I...

    THE SPRUCE CREEK DIVERSION by Richard Bader

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    They had been out for longer than made sense, and it had been far too long since they’d seen anyone else. This wasn’t remote wilderness they were hiking through––a twenty-minute drive from town to...

    THE BUSINESS OF SHELLS by Craig Dobson

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    The Business of Shells I sold seashells by the seashore. The same shore where they could be picked up for free. Except for holiday makers, though, or those with time on their hands – lonely...