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

    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 flies, the aura of Death for...

    PURBLIND – By Tara Fritz

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    PURBLINDBy Tara Fritz I had never been so cold before.I wanted to say it out loud, give voice to my restless thoughts, but I knew it would never be heard over the slap of water...

    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...

    THE RAIN – By Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz

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    THE RAINBy Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz The rain was coming down hard and clicked lightly and constantly against the glass.  The wind was blowing so strongly that it rushed the clouds in a hurry across the sky,...

    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.  People ask me where Carol is...

    HOW THE FIRE STARTED – By Melissa DosSantos Sullivan

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    HOW THE FIRE STARTEDBy Melissa DosSantos Sullivan  Marian kept the pills in an old sugar bowl on the top of the refrigerator her mother had bought new in 1948. Her arthritic hand cramped as she...

    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 scanned them with morbid curiosity, and...

    WAITING FOR JACK – By Melanie Simms

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    WAITING FOR JACKBy Melanie Simms  I used to be romance novel junkie.  Love was all I lived for. I lived off Harlequin romancebooks and believed that love was forever.Prince Charming was more than just a...

    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...

    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 a holiday—Christmas, or New Years, or...