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Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    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...

    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...

    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...

    AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO? By Maureen McCafferty

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    AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO?by Maureen McCafferty The doctor stood behind her desk, offering a steady hand and smile, as if Maeve had come to open a checking...

    PUNISHMENT by Ruth Moors-D’Eredita

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    PUNISHMENTby Ruth Moors-D'Eredita I’m not sure how much you already know. This is not something I’m proud of.It was twelve years ago. There was a good kid, he was...

    A WEEKEND IN DECEIT by Brett Kaplan

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    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THINGby Alan Kulatti Her eyes were not blue. They weren’t green. Must’ve been brown. She had brown eyes and she called me...

    SCHADENFREUDE by Jack Coey

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    SCHADENFREUDEBy Jack Coey The sun was going down when Jessica appeared at Father Brendan’s office door, and after being motioned in, in a hissing whisper, told him what happened....

    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THING by Alan Kulatti

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    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THINGby Alan Kulatti Her eyes were not blue. They weren’t green. Must’ve been brown. She had brown eyes and she called me...

    COACHING MOM by Amada Matei

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    COACHING MOMby Amada Matei I watch as my son scampers onto the playground, stops at the swing set, and touches his forehead to its wooden beam. I bite my...

    BEFORE THE DINER by Tim Urban

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    BEFORE THE DINERby Timothy Urban  Driving down the interstate with his Uncle Tucker behind the wheel, Mathew stewed over how he was going to get back at that bully...