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

    GO FISH by Maryetta Ackenbom

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    GO FISHBy Maryetta Ackenbom There it was! A flash of scarlet and white, just at the corner of his vision. But his lungs were bursting; he had to go up for air.With a flip of...

    LOVER’S QUARREL by Jack Coey

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    LOVER’S QUARRELBy Jack Coey Rod couldn’t have told when he first noticed her through his windshield signaling him to stop at the intersection of the middle school. It wasn’t being stopped that annoyed him, but...

    THE APOLOGY by Janel Brubaker

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    THE APOLOGYBy Janel Brubaker I held the phone to my ear and listened, stunned to the point of silence. I had known this would happen. Indeed, I had walked myself through it hundreds of times,...

    NOT FUNNY by Lisa Rutledge

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    NOT FUNNY By Lisa Rutledge I took a seat across from a man with black hair, a matching mustache, and eyes as icy blue as my late partner’s.He sipped from a steaming cup. “Mr. Smythe, I...

    ABOUT THE OLD MAN by Skyler Nielsen

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    ABOUT THE OLD MANBy Skyler Nielsen After months of begging Dad let up, and the day couldn’t have gone better.  He said if I worked hard, I could come back tomorrow.  I did OK.  Swept...

    THE LADYBUG by Jeanne DeWitt Voorhees

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    THE LADYBUGBy Jeanne DeWitt Voorhees Mabel Hopkins and Norman Chadwick tied the knot on November 23, 1981. The wedding was at the Hopkins family homestead, then occupied by Mabel’s Uncle Willie, the snuff king of...

    “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 turning point, but over the course...

    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 gray hair, combed by Judy’s long,...

    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 old family rifle.  Every so...

    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 cardboard boxes on the lawn. ...