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Fiction - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

    BYRESH by Virginia Duke

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    BYRESHby Virginia Duke Byresh watched Katie scoot quartered hardboiled egg and cubes of ham to the side of her salad and squirt ranch dressing all over the top. She speared dripping olives, croutons, and cheese...

    VICISSITUDE by James Tucker

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    VICISSITUDEby James Tucker      “You can’t miss the giant weeping beech in the back yard”. Those are the last of the directions the landlord gave me. He was not wrong.The tree is a colossus demanding...

    FIRST SIP by Haley Biermann

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    FIRST SIPby Haley Biermann Everything is more charming in Harvard Square.  The thought occurs to me as I approach the wooden framed doors of the slightly curved Starbucks on Mass Ave.  Their two windows, like...

    A NATIVE AUSPICE by Joseph Garcia

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    A NATIVE AUSPICEby Joseph Garcia I can hear the teeth of the comb scrape against my scalp. I tightly clench my jaw without a sound to prove my grit to my father. His hair is...

    MEETING MELISSA by Edith Boyd

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    MEETING MELISSAby Edith Boyd             The  gate guard’s voice was different. Less deferential.“Mrs. Palmer, there’s a young woman named Melissa here to see you. ““Did she tell you her last name?” I said. “I don’t...

    SATISFACTION by Lisa Lopez Snyder

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    SATISFACTIONBy Lisa Lopez Snyder Logan slumped in the funk of his futon, PBR in hand, and looked over at the glistening tank. Funny how they moved, he thought, as he watched his goldfish flit about...

    THE CREEDE CONUNDRUM by Mari Wise

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    THE CREEDE CONUNDRUMby Mari Wise It’s been eight months since I have seen my family and it’s about time I got back to them. The stresses of life smothered me again, but this time I...

    STORY TIME by Laura Tahir

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    STORY TIMEby Laura Tahir It was August 1976. Sam stopped and looked down from the cab of his Big-OJ Tanker. Under the streetlight near the truck stop exit he saw the ragamuffin shuffling his feet...

    MARCH AROUND THE FIELD by Sam Gridley

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    MARCH AROUND THE FIELDby Sam Gridley “I want to march around the field and sing again,” Lexie announced as she stepped into the living room. Meg gaped at her.Outside, brick and concrete and asphalt conspired...

    THE MIRACLE OF ESTELLE by Joram Piatigorsky

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    THE MIRACLE OF ESTELLEby Joram Piatigorsky For the third time in a row Benjamin didn’t have a single matching pair in the cards he held in his hands. His frustration doubled when Estelle flashed her...