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

    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 going through them for fear of...

    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 lived in London for nine years. ...

    THE GLANCE OF ORPHEUS II – By Ted Morrissey

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    THE GLANCE OF THE ORPHEUS IIBy Ted Morrissey The City Athletic Club was more ornate than the Blackstone, more extravagant by the looks of its façade of brick and stone. Workers were shoveling snow and...

    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 of my friends and acquaintances did—that’s...

    KISS OF THE RED SERPENT – By Anselmo J. Alliegro

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    KISS OF THE RED SERPENT(excerpts from the novella)By Anselmo J. Alliegro  Witness to the Massacre Hugo Bosque left the shade of the sacred jungle he was fighting to protect, made his way across the sunbaked riverbank,...

    SUPERMARKET PAPERBACK – By Mike Dorman

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    SUPERMARKET PAPERBACKBy Mike Dorman            Fifty miles west of Bloomington lies Hillsboro, a monument to middle-class malaise.  A fifteen-mile break from the real world, a stucco strip mall oasis in the vast Midwest horizon.  The...

    CARNIVAL – By Shayna Boisvert

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    CARNIVALBy Shayna Boisvert  The evening was approaching midnight; outside, an owl let out a haunting call, and darkness bled in from the stained glass of the ballroom. Rosaline continued to search the room for the...

    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 alone and ate a hamburger and...

    RECKONINGS – By Stephen Baily

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    RECKONINGSBy Stephen Baily  “Close the door.”Lamm eased it shut with the toe of his sneaker and sat down kitty-corner to Lyons at the head of the conference-room table. He’d prepared a joke for his arrival, ...

    THE MISSING STAR OF CANCER – By Heather Whited

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    THE MISSING STAR OF CANCERBy Heather Whited Augusta and Eleanor could see the lights on the Christmas tree through the fabric of the tent they had set up on the front porch; flickering dots whose...