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Fiction - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    HORSE COUNTRY by Barbara Bottner

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    HORSE COUNTRYby Barbara Bottner I’ve only agreed to accompany my husband Dan to have Sunday brunch with a Paul somebody because I’m terrified when I imagine him talking to a horse breeder un-chaperoned. When unnerved, some...

    THREAT OF RAIN by Brian Stumbaugh

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    THREAT OF RAINby Brian Stumbaugh "Pass the scrubber?"He slides her the yellow nylon scrubber, a soapy mesh lemon in his hands, slick in the luke warm water.  Their fingers entwine for just a second, then...

    THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MIND by Diego Lorenzo Leyva

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    THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MINDby Diego Lorenzo Leyva Psychotic Break Bring on the psychotic break! We're strong enough for it! We shall let this heavy burden ride our backs until we, proud horses, perish. Welcome to the...

    THE SLEEPING PERSON EXHIBIT by Alexis David

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    THE SLEEPING PERSON EXHIBITby Alexis David   It was raining when we went to the sleeping person exhibit and when we came out both our wool sweaters became damp and maybe between our legs too. I...

    FEVER by James Christon

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    FEVERby James Christon 1. InsideThe wood panelling denotes how old the world is around him. How history resides in the classrooms like bottomless pits found by scuba divers. Dan takes a deep breath and unwillingly ingests...

    A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTION by Mark Kaye

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    A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTIONby Mark Kaye In the centre of the town square stood a fountain in the middle of which was a statue of a giant conch adorned with twisted ivy...

    SORRY BETSY by Mimi Karabulut

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    SORRY BETSYby Mimi Karabulut   I take a seat, but this table is all wrong. It’s too old for the room. The room has a modern feel to it, but the table is creaky and worn...

    PICKIN’ UP THE PIECES by Larry Hamilton

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    PICKIN’ UP THE PIECESby Larry L. Hamilton When Uncle Luke called him “Your Honor” in his best big round revival voice and rolled out words about satisfying the court and serving the needs of justice,...

    A GAME OF SOLITAIRE by June Kino-Cullen

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    A GAME OF SOLITAIREby June Kino-Cullen Days go by without winning. I tell myself it’s okay. It’s the process that counts. Keeps my old brain sharp. The more I play, the quicker I move that...

    EL SEÑOR DE LOS MILAGROS by Janet Barrow

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    EL SEÑOR DE LOS MILAGROSby Janet Barrow Señor Arellano walked slowly along Jiron Junín, his cane tapping nervously against the ground. The streets, a hive of agitated activity less than an hour before, were now...