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

    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,...

    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...

    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, ...

    FLIGHT – By J.R. Gerow

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    FLIGHTBy J.R. Gerow She wakes him up and carries him out to the car with his head buried in her shoulder, straddling her ribcage and watching sideways through the veil of hair for his father,...

    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...

    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 Street, careful, as always, to return...

    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 could do once I'd kicked off...

    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. ...