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Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    MEDIUM-RARE By Melissa Moore

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    MEDIUM-RARE By Melissa Moore “Something’s wrong with the meat.” Eddie sat on the metal kitchen counter, poking at the spot where he took a bite from his hamburger. There was something off about its taste. The...

    REPARATIONS By Veronica Ordway

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    REPARATIONS By Veronica Ordway Jacqueline could feel the eyes of the other people in the waiting room boring into her. She bowed her head and focused instead on the celebrities splashed across the gossip magazines that...

    A FOTOGRAFIA Para João Bernardo

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    A FOTOGRAFIA De João Bernardo Dormia profundamente, como já não fazia há muito tempo, pois tinha reencontrado a felicidade e a paz de espírito. Tinha encontrado alguém com quem partilhar o bem mais precioso do mundo....

    MÈI MEI / YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott

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    mèi mei n. Chin. YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott I'm at Lucky’s Lounge tonight. My sister asked me to come. Actually, I'm still in the parking lot. And I've been in the parking lot, sitting in...

    THE STORY OF HENRY: CHAPTER & VERSE By Elizabeth Gauffreau

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    THE STORY OF HENRY:CHAPTER AND VERSEBy Elizabeth Gauffreau When Francis strolled into Carney’s Restaurant for his morning coffee, a newcomer sat at the counter having coffee and doughnuts and...

    THE CLOCK By Michael Onofrey

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    THE CLOCKBy Michael Onofrey A corrugated awning, extending out from the side of the warehouse, provides shade. Mid-September and hot, and it’ll remain that way for another month. But...

    STARR: A LOVE STORY By A.R. Bender

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    STARR: A LOVE STORYBy A. R. Bender Once again, the 7a.m. steam whistle blew over Seattle’s Todd Pacific Shipyards in the Harbor Island industrial area and the workers slowly...

    HIM By Rebekah Coxwell

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    HIM By Rebekah Coxwell She had been sure it was him. That bald head. The confident way he planted his feet about a foot apart. He knew there was no one that could throw him off...

    LOLA By Dana C Verdino

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    LOLABy Dana C Verdino The young man with the tie exited the back of the café and into a sunlit alleyway that had a good temperature, despite the rancid...

    THE DOLL FACTORY By Elizabeth Brewer

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    THE DOLL FACTORY By Elizabeth Brewer I once woke to find my reflection unfamiliar.  No longer a human as I had previously been, I was an old doll; cracked and broken down.  Face crumbling as my...