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

    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.”...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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,...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...