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Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    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...

    HEARTWOOD by Maryetta Ackenbom

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    HEARTWOODBy Maryetta Ackenbom Andy leaned back in his comfortable lawn chair. “Do you remember?” He turned to Sue, sitting beside him. “We were only 15, but already deeply in...

    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...

    THE CELLAR by Laura Solomon

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    THE CELLARBy Laura Solomon When we found Sam he weighed only 14 kilos and was nonverbal.  It was very difficult to communicate with him.  If you got too close...

    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...

    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...

    DREGS by Jessica Ciosek

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    DREGSby Jessica Ciosek  “You know,” she said, twisting her feet for a 360 view, “I think I could kick your ass in these boots.”  She smiled when she said...

    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...

    A KIND GESTURE by Anthony Saunders

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    A KIND GESTUREby Anthony Saunders  It was a dark night, like the others he’d experienced before it. He was always walking but never knew why, he had a great...

    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....