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Fiction - Year II - Number 7 - Volume I - June 2017

    ASH WEDNESDAY – By Vince Barry

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    ASH WEDNESDAYBy Vince Barry Save for the black pig she was walking, nothing struck Aschenbach as unusual about the woman he passed while on his daily constitutional along Maiden...

    GOODWILL – By Tony D’Aloisio

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    GOODWILLBy  Tony D’Aloisio  I remember laying there for a few minutes right after waking up that morning, feeling all hazy and out of it.  Like that was all I...

    THE MAN WHO DID NOTHING – By Amr Mekki

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    THE MAN WHO DID NOTHINGBy Amr Mekki The idea came to him as he sat behind his desk, staring at a thick stack of papers.  He hesitated to start...

    LEAVING KARACHI – By Neil D. Desmond

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    LEAVING KARACHIBy Neil D. Desmond Elise was not looking forward to her next "assignment."  He did not give his name, saying only that he was from Karachi but had...

    SOUP – By Rachel Cohen

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    SOUPBy Rachel Cohen Tali stared at the fish, and the koi looked back at her. A red, a yellow and a green, eyes bulging in the arid shop window, the...

    EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMETHING – By Melanie Pappadis Faranello

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    EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMETHINGBy Melanie Pappadis Faranello Thanksgiving was in a couple of months and Sal considered who he might call on the occasion he’d ever have his son for...

    NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY – By Ed Meek

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    NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARYBy Ed Meek In the summer of 1985, I was painting triple-deckers in Roxbury, Massachusetts. I came up from Carol, Pennsylvania, which is where I grew up. ...

    CHECKMATE – By Laura DellaBadia

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    CHECKMATEBy Laura DellaBadia Towering as high as the old, weathered castle’s stone walls, the veins of prickly crimson red roses climb. The rosses have run wild in the years...

    SANCTUARY – By Heide Arbitter

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    SANCTUARYBy Heide Arbitter They took the birds away.  That was the last hint.  They were unattractive birds, loud and sad looking, with feathers plucked bloody and wings hanging helplessly....

    OBIT – By Marc Simon

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    OBITBy Marc Simon I never read the obituaries, but last Thursday was an exception.   For some reason, they were mixed in at the end of the sports section.  I...