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Fiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    DUST by Maggie Slepian

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    DUSTBy Maggie Slepian I was at a stoplight, the one that never seems to be green no matter which direction you come from. It was the part of town...

    SOLO ACT by Malcolm Garcia

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    SOLO ACTBy Malcolm Garcia She holds a yellow feather.--Do you know anything about birds? she asks.He shakes his head, no, and moves over to make room for her on...

    THE GATS CLUB by Kedrick Nettleton

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    THE GATS CLUBBy Kedrick Nettleton The sun was in that awkward, end-of-summer stage, where it refused to completely set at the end of the day and hung just slightly...

    LINGER by Jessica Olivos

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    LINGERBy Jessica Olivos LingerUntil one day I heard it. I heard the song. I heard the beautiful orchestra in the beginning then her voice bringing me to life. I...

    SOME OTHER SIDE by Leslie Johnson

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    SOME OTHER SIDEBy Leslie Johnson Yesterday I attended my grandson’s “Baby Is Brewing” party at a new beer garden in St. Paul, where male and female guests of all...

    LAST NIGHT by Cassie Lawson

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    LAST NIGHTBy Cassie Lawson “Do you want to get high tonight?”I nearly dropped the receiver and choked on my Dorritos. “Wha- wait. What?”“I can come pick you up in...

    APPOINTMENT IN ZANESVILLE by Don Dussault

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    APPOINTMENT IN ZANESVILLEBy Don Dussault Bustling more than usual this morning, Thelma sets the omelet platter down hard before me and deftly slides an omelet into my plate, then...

    THE GIFT by Libby Belle

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    THE GIFTby Libby Belle The nausea was bad enough to send her jumping out the window, only her house was a one-story and crashing to her death just wasn’t possible...

    THE MAN IN CUBICLE 2200 by Heide Arbitter

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    THE MAN IN CUBICLE 2200By Heide Arbitter As a boy, he lived in a largely unfurnished thirty room mansion. His pious parents did not let him play with toys,...

    HE HAD A LOT OF STUFF by Thomas Tomlinson

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    HE HAD A LOT OF STUFFby Thomas Tomlinson Greg was not a neighbor you would want to have. He would always play loud music. The neighbors were always asking...