Fiction - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    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....

    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...

    WHY I WON’T SLEEP WITH DONALD TRUMP by Judith Roney

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    WHY I WON’T SLEEP WITH DONALD TRUMPby Judith Roney A surprise dinner for my cousin’s Wharton graduation. Her dad wants everyone seated before he makes his entrance — says he’s her surprise. Trimmed his mullet...

    LIFE WITH THIS MAN by Jody Sperling

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    LIFE WITH THIS MANby Jody Sperling The promotion to senior management has given them more money, disposable income, but also taken him further from her and their boys: physically, he travels twice as often, and...

    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...

    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...

    HARMLESS PERVERSION by Donald Zagardo

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    FROM THERE TO HEREby Donald Zagardo My head doesn’t hurt so much anymore, not like it did back in Iraq or where the hell we were. Maybe I’m getting better, yeah maybe, yeah.It was very...

    THE UBER DRIVER by Taylor Lovullo

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    THE UBER DRIVERby Taylor Lovullo WASHINGTON, D.C., 2017I remember it starting out like a normal Saturday afternoon. I had nearly finished my studying for the day, so I closed the cover of my history textbook...

    THE DANCE INSTRUCTOR by Dean Jollay

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    THE DANCE INSTRUCTORby Dean Jollay Nervous, unsure what to expect, Nails enters the Bougainvillea Dance Studio for his first lesson. In the empty lobby, he tries to recall what brought him here, what voice said, Nails,...

    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...