Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENT by Daniel White

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    SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White    What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe. Learned, to a degree....

    WELL DONE BOO BOO by Kathryn Merriam

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    WELL DONE BOO BOOby Kathryn Merriam  Five years. It has only been five years, and so much has happened in those five years.I would not trade him for the...

    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....

    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...

    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...

    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...

    CHILDREN AT PLAY by Dana Hart

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    CHILDREN AT PLAYby Dana Hart Every second Tuesday of the month is Career Day for Mrs. Ainsley’s Saving Grace Kiddos sixth graders, an amusing change of pace from singing psalms to...

    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...

    WET FEET, DRY FEET by Taylor Lovullo

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    WET FEET, DRY FEETby Taylor Lovullo HAVANA, 1994It was exactly 2:30am, and Joaquin left his small house located in Vedado, a small neighborhood outside of the city. He shut...

    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...