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Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    THE ART COTTAGE by Sasha Chinnaya

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    THE ART COTTAGEby Sasha Chinnaya I walk through the streets of my city and see a thousand different worlds of art living and breathing. The traffic is a great blur of color that looks not...

    DISSIDENTS by Michael Malloy

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    DISSIDENTSby Mike Malloy Calvin Conkling and Suzie Hatchet were strolling the warm paving stones of Almaty’s “Arbat,” the popular nickname for Zhibek Zholy, the pedestrianized central boulevard in Kazakhstan’s former capital. It was a bright...

    PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAP by Jean E. Verthein

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    PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAPby Jean E. Verthein Three in the morning. The phone rang. It did, didn’t it? After all, detectives called for midnight lineups to check whether the attacker from six months earlier was...

    THE FOREVER LETTER by Abigayle Thompson

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    THE FOREVER LETTERby Abigayle Thompson That afternoon an invitation was placed in the mailbox outside the Roney’s home.  It was the end of February, a cold day with clouds settled across the sky.  A breeze...

    IT WILL BE FOREVER by Jeff Richards

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    IT WILL BE FOREVERby Jeff Richards Richard Sager lost his virginity in the spring of 1967 before our road trip across country to break in the red Mustang convertible my parents gave me for Christmas....

    UNDESIRABLES by Dustin Pickering

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    UNDESIRABLESby Dustin Pickering Some nights are more intense than others. Any night Ms. Courtney Devra sang is one of those nights. Her voice is serene and hypnotic, full of fear and trembling. When she announced...

    DAY’S WORK by J. David Liss

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    DAY’S WORKby J. David Liss I. Washington, DC spread its legs as the train from New York pulled into Union Station. It was the earliest train from Penn Station and the tracks were still clean and...

    CHIME PHOBIA by Helen Grochmal

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    CHIME PHOBIAby Helen Grochmal Clary and Myra were friends, let there be no questioning of that. Well, they were sort of friends. When one needed fresh garlic, the other would provide it if available. They...

    GORSE by Ben Rosenthal

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    GORSEby Ben Rosenthal They picked up Wild Gorse at McCarren International and there he was, dragging a reptile skin embossed travel case. He wore a mackerel-colored seersucker meant to offset this spanking orange tan (he...

    MEETING MINUTES by Brooke Reynolds

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    MEETING MINUTESby Brooke Reynolds   Jessica Derby slipped into room A19 just in time. It was her first PTA committee meeting. She had no idea what to expect having just moved here from Pennsylvania. She promised...