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Fiction – Year VII – Number 52 – December 2021

    INSEPARABLE by Juan Sanchez

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        In a large room stood an extravagant man. Behind and in front of him was the entrance to a hallway. Surrounding the man was a group of people who are armed...

    POLLY by K.C. Hampton

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    Polly Andrews is dressed up in her Sunday best, finding herself in a luxurious home ready for a get together, unaware of how she got there. However, this did not look like...

    THE HOLE by George D. Lopdrup

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    A screech sliced the sultry night silence.  Human, monkey, or bird?  “Get off me!” Steve cried as he strained to clench his ankle.  Yup, definitely human.

    COFFEE SHOP by R.J. Fox

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    Emily’s fantasy cliché of meeting cute was bruised, but not broken. Her romantic yearnings were part of her DNA, implanted by a healthy (some might say unhealthy diet) of Disney films and...

    THE CASKET OF ETERNAL WINTER by Steve Passey

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    I had not much for work, and I moved back into my mother’s house. She asked me to go to my uncle’s place to shovel snow for him because he’d had a...

    TEDDY BEAR by Grace Bannon

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    Teddy Bear He's almost stitched up! The head was stuffed with cotton to reveal his plastered smile. Mommy said she would make his body more huggable for me, so...

    THE GREAT INVISIBLE by Barry Garelick

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    Jack was in his early fifties but looked neither young nor old.  His hair was white and he had a light stubble, was overweight and smoked unfiltered cigarettes. His face alternated between...

    THE ABLEIST by John Tavares

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    Aaron followed her partway across the city of Toronto, even though he was concentrating deeply, finally focussing on the sketches and drawings for his revolutionary Canadian winter parka. He could not believe...

    RAT’S NEST by Joanna Kadish

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    Driving under a forested canopy where slivery needle-nosed pines and slender white birches brushed along the top of my black Mercedes SUV, squeezed among the redwoods that dominated the landscape above the...

    LOST IN THOUGHT by Hart Christopher Vetter

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    My culprit of choice is multitasking. My lack of recall could be called disconcerting. Did I turn off the gas, close the garage door?