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Fiction - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    BANGKA ISLAND STORY by Michael Paul Hogan

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    BANGKA ISLAND STORYby Michael Paul Hogan for Toti O’Brien There were nine bottles of Bintang beer on the shelf behind the counter of Abdu Rama’s beachfront banana...

    A.J. AND CRAZY WOMAN by Linda L. Dunlap

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    A.J. AND CRAZY WOMANby Linda L. Dunlap On her drive to work in the morning rain, A.J. hears on the radio that a helicopter just dropped out of the...

    APPROXIMATE by Mark Jacobs

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    APPROXIMATEby Mark Jacobs “So how much does Beth tell you about me?”“You know us, Edna. We talk.”“About my sex life?”“We talk about a lot of things. It’s what keeps...

    YOUNG by Nicole Reinholdt

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    YOUNGby Nicole Reinholdt   Wednesday morning, when Kyle picked me up for school in his dad’s grey Buick Skylark, he had Neil Young's Everybody Knows This is Nowhere playing over the stereo. Since the two of...

    THE GODDESS OF KINK by Kayle Nochomovitz

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    THE GODDESS OF KINKby Kayle Nochomovitz She was barely swaying her hips, but she had every guy on the edge of his seat.  Even the bartender had stopped pouring...

    GRUNTIN’ AND DEBATIN’ by Dan Elasky

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    GRUNTIN' AND DEBATIN'by Dan Elasky I was supposed to be attending the National Debate Tournament in Princeton, New Jersey. Instead, I detoured to the annual Worm Grunting Contest in...

    HELPING DAD by Sue Brennan

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    HELPING DADby Sue Brennan The holiday wasn’t going well, and finding out that Dad couldn’t swim after we’d jumped off the boat wasn’t the half of it. Mick and Andy had...

    A DUCK ON THE POND by Fred Miller

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    A DUCK ON THE PONDby Fred Miller What, pray tell, could eclipse the satisfaction of a stroll in the park on a summer evening, that is, once the hoi...

    MOVING by Tali Treece

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    MOVINGby Tali Treece I tie a bandana around my face and Johnny, that’s my husband, he swings me close and pinches my rear and tells me I’m Rosie the...

    THE FEEDING by Tammy Huffman

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    THE FEEDINGby Tammy Huffman His reach fell short.  Just beyond his fingertips.  He wanted the fruit in the highest branches.  Only those apples would do for his seed —...