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

    THE FLEA CIRCUS – By Harold Barnes

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    THE FLEA CIRCUSBy Harold Barnes For Ari Only "The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is like that of the circus for the crowd... there is always the hope that something dangerous will happen."—Claude Debussy A...

    THE NIGHTMARE THAT NEVER SLEEPS – By Michael Neary

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    THE NIGHTMARE THAT NEVER SLEEPSBy Michael Neary The nightmare materialized once more when Noor awoke from her dreams.The yellow walls were shaking and the floors were trembling.  Noor sat up quickly and looked desperately around....

    RELAPSE – By Danielle Garner

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    RELAPSEBy Danielle Garner “What do we call a god who creates suffering?” asks Professor Tamir. He pauses, creating an uncomfortable silence inside of the classroom—his head roams from student to student—an unsuccessful tactic he often...

    UNREST – By Vicki J. Bell

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    UNRESTBy Vicki J. Bell Every family has its’ own bag of crazy.  Some only have quirks, like the teenage son who sleeps with a stuffed walrus or the daughter born without a left ear lobe. ...

    PALMIRO – By Jose Recio

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    PALMIROBy Jose L. Recio “I’m tired of your laziness!” Silvia leaves the apartment and slams the door behind her. Palmiro, feeling harassed, jumps out of bed and walks into the bathroom; he hates that she...

    JUST BEFORE HE PAINTED THE HANDS – By A. A. Reinecke

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    JUST BEFORE HE PAINTED THE HANDSBy A. A. Reinecke It was a good day: one of those summer days that come in a weeklong string like a muslin handkerchief laid over the calendar when the...

    THROUGH MY BROTHER’S EYES – By Mike Tupa

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    THROUGH MY BROTHER’S EYESBy Michael Jerry Tupa "C'mon, man.""Ferget it, dude. Like, I ain't in the mood for trompin' around Mt. Piedi tonight and eatin' cold grits. I got me a ding-dong date tonight with...

    PILLOW TALK – By Jerry Johnson

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    PILLOW TALK By Jerry Johnson "For the rain it raineth every day."   - from Twelfth Night, by William Shakespeare GREG AND HOLLY“Greg?”“What?”“Aren’t you asleep?”“No, I’m not asleep. I was watching the Moon through the window. And watching you...

    HOUSEPLANT FUNERALS – By Robert Keast

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    HOUSEPLANT FUNERALSBy Robert Keast “Would bagpipes be possible?” Mrs. Stewart asked.“Of course.”“You could arrange that?”“Certainly,” I said.And I can. Honoring such requests is what I am called to do.“Could it be someone who knows ‘Amazing...

    A FIGHT FOR LOVE AND GLORY – By Dennis Nau

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    A FIGHT FOR LOVE AND GLORYBy Dennis Nau  If it all started so many years ago, why did it seem like yesterday at times? There was a depression, a war, a man, life in the...