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

    GUZZLED – By Jonathan Ferrini

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    GUZZLEDBy Jonathan B. Ferrini Imagine finding a diamond embedded in the ground. You pull it from the earth and although the diamond glistens, you’re repulsed by the insects scurrying around under it. Like the insects,...

    THE MONEY CHANGERS – By James Santore

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    THE MONEY CHANGERSBy James Santore 1It was morning time in South Lymon, Ohio and there were fourteen men standing in front of a house. The grass on the front lawn was long and patchy and...

    THE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR SUIT – By Linda Boroff

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    The Hundred Thousand Dollar SuitBy Linda Boroff  “I wish the Asteroid would just put us out of our misery already,” David said, raising his arms to beckon the night sky outside my door. “Come, come.”...

    UNRAVELING – By Niikah Hatfield

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    UNRAVELINGBy Niikah Hatfield Down the street, rubber soles slapping against the pavement and squelching in the little places where there is water. One of the laces has come untied, and it drags along behind each...

    BURIED – By Rachel Cohen

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    BURIEDBy Rachel Cohen             Polina's hair flares to my left.  Who wears hair like that to a funeral? A comet of a foxtail amid the mourners - dark like tree trunks.  Sophia tugs on my...

    A RUSSIAN STORY – By Steven Pelcman

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    A RUSSIAN STORYBy Steven Pelcman Masha wasn’t a beautiful woman but she had an inner beauty and she made a man feel good because she was strong, able to look into your eyes and speak...

    BABY AND JOE – By Vince Barry

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    BABY AND JOEBy Vince Barry Sherwood Anderson—I’m always reading something or other by ’m. I don’t know why. Maybe ’cause he raised his bed, an’ I do, too. Only he did it to look at...

    TABLE – By Brandi Handley

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    TABLEBy Brandi Handley Daniel sat at the kitchen table, his hands folded on top of it.  He heard the familiar clunk as two of the uneven legs hit the floor.  It was like riding a see-saw every...

    AURORA – By Robert Gamer

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    AURORABy Robert Gamer How I found myself driving a casket truck for a living remains quite a chronicle.- Now don’t get me wrong! I have nothing against truck drivers in general. Nothing whatsoever! The simple...