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

    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...

    THE STORY-GATHERER’S CAIQUE VOYAGE – By Alexandros Plasatis

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    THE STORY-GATHERER’S CAIQUE VOYAGEBy Alexandros Plasatis  The Egyptian fisherman with the sliced-off arm finished telling his story to Angie and they looked out to the sea for a little while. She washed his beer glass,...

    AMERICAN PIE – By R.C. Savoie

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    AMERICAN PIEBy R.C. Savoie It was a pretty big deal the first time the Honk for Peace woman got run over. This was eight years ago, when Lucius was ten, back in the days of tupperware cups...

    EN ROUTE TO GRAUMAN’S – By Sarah Archer Moulton

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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,...

    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.”...