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Fiction - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    A TWINKLE IN THE NIGHT by Don Himelstein

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    A TWINKLE IN THE NIGHTby Donald Himelstein Stan Waltman was tired. He had driven almost two hours in the cold and wet snow and as he entered the town limits he felt the first releasing...

    VICTORIA by Roger McKnight

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    VICTORIAby Roger McKnight “Valencia isn’t Ivy League, but better,” Sylvia Glasgow remarked, then wondered if she meant it. As an alum, she loved her college, but she’d been on the road for a year recruiting...

    THE CHANNEL by Sean McCarthy

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    THE CHANNELby Sean Padraic McCarthy The tide rushed in through the channel, flooding over the sea bed of small jagged rocks and pebbles.  Jack had taken off his flip flops and he tried to step...

    THE LIGHTNING BUG by Adam McCulloch

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    THE LIGHTNING BUGby Adam McCulloch Everyone has a type. She was mine.  I could tell before we even met. I’ve always been good at summing people up. As soon as I walked into a place...

    CHARLIE FOXTROT: GOD BLESS by Mitch Johnson

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    CHARLIE FOXTROT: GOD BLESSby Mitch Johnson Don’t get me wrong here. I’m not homeless, but these fine people don’t know a damn thing about it. I just like the lifestyle because it’s refreshing to me....

    WRAPPING THINGS UP RIGHT by Susan Swanson

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    WRAPPING THINGS UP RIGHTby Susan Swanson A little more than a week after surgery I brought Ma home. She was still “Ma” even though Bill, roommate at Yale, had pulled me aside and said I’d...

    GRACE by Christopher Foster

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    GRACEby Christopher Foster  Past the turn off for the cemetery and farther down the trail winding around the south side of the lake the car sat quietly in the late afternoon sun—silver, languid, chippings of...

    THE LIGHTNING MAN by Anna Schaeffer

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    THE LIGHTNING MANby Anna Schaeffer The Lightning Man came to the town of Maryanne during one of Oklahoma’s fiercest thunderstorms. He burst into Kelly’s bar soaked, wild-eyed and dying in nothing but his bright white...

    SHRIVELED HEARTS by John Danahy

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    SHRIVELED HEARTSby John Danahy Cassie rounded the bathroom corner, slid under the sheets, and nestled her body against the middle-aged man who’d said his name was Thomas Prow. “It’s Thomas, not Tom,” Cassie remembered him...

    HOW THEY MET by Carole Langille

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    HOW THEY METby Carole Glasser Langille He knocks on the door and goes in.  He was told the door would be open.“Rachel,” he calls out. “It’s Henry. Just bringing dinner.”  No answer. He goes to the...