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Fiction - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

    GIN BLOSSOM by Michael LeBlanc

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    GIN BLOSSOMBy Michael LeBlanc    To him it was magic. All of it: The projector cutting through darkness luring flies into the spotlight. The rows of chrome bumpers polished so bright he could watch...

    BIG BOY by Santino DeFranco

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    BIG BOYSantino DeFranco He was a real big son of a bitch. But I’m not talking about the son of a bitch part, but the big part. He was...

    MARIA by Emily Peña Murphey

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    MARIABy Emily Peña Murphey On that last day before the big storm, I first noticed something was funny when our family went to the mercado in Las Altas.  We arrived very...

    SEARCHING FOR AMELIA ERHART by Ben Orlando

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    SEARCHING FOR AMELIA EARHARTBy Ben Orlando The way I remember that day, Amelia and I are two women chattering along with the song birds around us. She stands next...

    SPANKING by Dan Howard

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    SPANKINGby Earl Javorsky Herb Baumgartner considered the idea of getting spanked. It was worth it, bearing a little pain—in theory at least—if his wife really could then be over...

    THE OPPONENT by Mark Hannon

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    THE OPPONENTBy Mark Hannon He sat on a folding chair, dripping sweat, his heart rate slowing down, the fight over for several minutes. Feeling the water run down his...

    THE FINAL WATCH by Jonathan Ferrini

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    THE FINAL WATCHBy Jonathan B. Ferrini Interstate 8 climbs west out of the Imperial Valley and twists through the rugged mountains upward into East San Diego County. My name...

    WORKING THE EDGE by Grant Segall

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    WORKING THE EDGE  By Grant Segall Stefan picked his way down the driveway, skirting a pothole with the season’s first ice, trying to save what was...

    HOOK MAN by Michael Warren

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    HOOK MANBy Michael Warren “That’s bull-shit!  There’s no such thing as a Hook Man.”  Inky was quite certain on this point.  “That’s just a story.”There were five of them: ...

    EPIPHANY AND THE ALABASTER ROSE by Adrian Encomienda

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    EPIPHANY AND THE ALABASTER ROSEBy Adrian Encomienda Daylight dimmed beyond Lazaro’s bedroom window, leaving cold fluorescence . He sat at the edge of his bed with a cigarette sticking...