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Fiction - Year III - Number 9 - Volume Two - September 2017

    “36” by Mike Dorman

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    36By Mike Dorman  He did, of course, know when it had happened.  Which is to say he had no clue precisely when.  It had occurred, not at one decisive...

    THE BEAUTY IN BEREAVEMENT by Anders M. Svenning

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    THE BEAUTY IN BEREAVEMENTBy Anders M. Svenning         Judy Tremont stroked her dying husband’s hair. Augustus had been sick for nearing five years and now the end was near. His...

    A TREE NOW DEAD by Skyler Nielsen

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    A TREE NOW DEADBy Skyler Nielsen A tree acted as the council rooms eastern wall, and it was dead.  Poisoned the morning Mr. Nunn opened up on it with...

    THE AUCTION by Amanda N Jourdan

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    THE AUCTIONby Mandi Jourdan She must have had grandchildren.That was the only explanation I could offer for the white plastic car with the blue-and-red stripes sitting atop one of...

    THE OTHER SIDE by Danielle Richardson

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    THE OTHER SIDEBy Danielle Richardson I watch as Lucy stops in front of me like she does every day, her little ten-year-old head cocking to the left in curiosity....

    DERB JOSSI by Lisa Brognano

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    DERB JOSSY(excerpt from the novella, The Jossy Farm)By Lisa Brognano Derb walked across the acreage through a wild patch of light green stems but the orange flowers were closed in...

    FOR BOTH TOGETHER by Mather Schneider

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    A MEETING IN BROOKLYNBy Jayno Miches In retrospect, he wished it had not occurred to him to ask that fellow any questions. But then again, he also now wished he...

    ADELE by Brenna Lemieux

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    ADELEBy Brenna Lemieux On the morning of Christmas Eve, Adele wakes to see a handwriting in front of the clock: Myra and Rob home, it tells: Yes! But when did...

    THE THINGS PEOPLE SAID WERE ALWAYS ABOUT THEMSELVES

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    THE THINGS PEOPLE SAID WERE ALWAYS ABOUT THEMSELVESBy Jamey Johnson Genna      A poet picked her up at a reading.  She was new to this--married twice and most of her...

    THE ORPHANAGE by Laura Solomon

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    THE ORPHANAGEBy Laura Solomon I took the job in the orphanage on a whim.  I lived in Peckham and had been working in a café in East Dulwich.  Walking...