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Fiction - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

    THE NEVER-ENDING WINDOW by Matt Ingoldby

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    THE NEVER-ENDING WINDOWby Matt Ingoldby It was sometime in April when I returned from the clinic for a period of rest. My uncle had agreed to pay rent in...

    SILVER HORSES REINED IN by Susandale

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    SILVER HORSES REINED INBy Susandale Eight p.m., or thereabouts: the usual time for the droves of kids that peeled into the diner,Four Horses, at seven, to peel out.Josh put Reggie in charge of...

    SEA COW by David H. Miller

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    SEA COWby D. Harrington Miller Edna’s knuckles cracked, a stark sound of snapping twigs that was muffled by the mud.  She clenched her fists again, letting the bones grind. ...

    OUR SALLY by Ruth Deming

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    OUR  SALLYby Ruth Deming  Over the years, The Newman Girls followed the fortunes of their next door neighbors in Shaker Heights, the fashionable suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. It was...

    TRADIO by Richard Luftig

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    TRADIOby Richard Luftig I stubbed out my tenth Winston of the morning. Thank God we were nearing the end of the show.            “We’re back,” I said, feigning enthusiasm.  “Time...

    A GUEST AT THE CLUB by Henry Simpson

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    A GUEST AT THE CLUBby Henry Simpson “That was a delightful performance, counselor,” said a man with a voice that easily pierced the sound and fury of the courthouse...

    BETWEEN THE SHADOW AND THE SOUL by Bhavika Sicka

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    BETWEEN THE SHADOWAND THE SOULby Bhavika Sicka    Shafiq stood overlooking the sprawling concrete wilderness that was Old City. The day was closing, and the muezzin's call to prayer could be heard wafting across...

    THRIFT SHOP SWAN by Terry Sanville

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    THRIFT SHOP SWANby Terry Sanville Eugene folded his umbrella, stomped on the welcome mat, then entered the Goodwill Store.The floor manager, Mingo, motioned him over. “If I were you,...

    HOW YOU RIDE IT! By Dave Barrett

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    HOW YOU RIDE IT(Chp. 16 of Gone Alaska)by Dave Barrett       That evening, towards eight o’ clock, Swanson slipped out back and announced a change of plans.     “Haul in the...

    COLLEGE TOWN by Jeff Kulik

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    COLLEGE TOWNby Jeffrey Kulik It’s hot today, and as I look up at the sun I feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck.  It...