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

    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...

    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...

    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 monkeys.—Shylock Heartless, the way they ravaged 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...

    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...

    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,...

    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. But, these birds were his joy,...

    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...