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Fiction - Year VII - Number 53 - January 2022

    A CLEAN SLATE by Michael Bryan

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    A Clean Slate With his washer at home broken, Rafe decided to do all his laundry at the same time at the Water Whirled laundromat. Rafe Reached into his...

    PROOF THE BOY HAD LIVED by Mike McLaughlin

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    Stephen Havilland could have avoided the war. At twenty-eight he was already a successful man. His newly minted firm was growing, slowly but steadily. Likewise for his reputation in business and government...

    THE PURPLE FLYING ELEPHANT by Joram Piatigorsky

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    Charlie, a shoe salesman, jumped out of bed, startled that it was already 8:30. His United Airlines Flight was scheduled for 10:22. Now he didn’t even have time for breakfast. He had...

    ERASING by Deirdre Fryer Baird

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    I have no idea why I’m here. I see my distorted reflection in the shiny chrome elevator doors, but I don’t look like myself. I know I came here for a reason;...

    A REVENGE STORY by Aaron Pickel

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    A REVENGE STORY by Aaron Pickle Paws was the owner of a speakeasy on Lexington. During this time, it was illegal for Kitties to drink any alcoholic beverage. This...

    GULF by Elyse Forbes

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    It had all started with the little pink heart. The pink pixelated heart, bequeathed by a virtual stranger eighteen days after his daughter had died. And now he was here, four months...

    THE GIFT by Nancy Lines

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    Sundays in the Russell household were usually quiet – relatively quiet, at least. There were no nurses or other hospice staff bustling about, taking Rob’s blood pressure, asking him how he feels,...

    AN INCIDENT WITH SOME CRACK by Daniel Senser

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    What can I say? I was a pot head. Of course, it was more complicated than that. I needed an escape because I was so blind to the way life really was,...

    RED by Zeyneb Kaya

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    When they told us to stand, we all rose. When they told us to look ahead, we directed our gaze. When they told us, silence, we let the...

    LIKE THEY’RE WAITING by David Biddle

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    Like They’re Waiting Most mornings I drank coffee on the back porch observing as they foraged on vine berries, honeysuckle, and new grass. The cat perched on a crumbling...