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

    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...

    FOREIGN PASSAGES – By Joyce Polance

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    FOREIGN PASSAGESBy Joyce Polance As we thread through narrow alleys framed by walls without windows, their starkness interrupted by decrepit stalls hawking rotting vegetables and camel heads buzzing with...

    THE COMEBACKS – By Monique Gagnon German

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    THE COMEBACKSBy Monique Gagnon German By the time she’s 10, Cami knows the main trails in and out of Grampy’s woods pretty well, even though they span more than...

    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. ...

    SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL V – By Alex R. Encomienda

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    SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL VBy Alex R. Encomienda Sometimes life told stories in strange cases and the complexity of its subject was overlooked despite the story having a solid...

    THE ROME CLUB – By Leah Sackett

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    THE ROME CLUBBy Leah Sackett There were six of them, each there for the same reason: Big Mike, Vince, Joe, Tommy, Sal, and Frank. The Rome Club was an...

    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...

    A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYS – By Robert McKean

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    A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYSBy Robert McKean It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:I would not have given it for a wilderness of...

    HE STOPPED – By Harlan Yarbrough

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    HE STOPPEDBy Harlan Yarbrough In the four years I spent tracking Brian Jacobsen, my opinion regarding his whereabouts reversed itself several times.  Although I didn’t know him personally, several...

    THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVER – By Krista Diamond

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    THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVERBy Krista Diamond   The waitress at the empty diner in Sanderson had fake nails on her fingers and a gun on her hip. I sat...