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Fiction - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    ASK ME AGAIN by Andy Spisak

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    ASK ME AGAINby Andy Spisak Leah finished her call with the client and reached into the drawer for her handbag.  She had agreed to meet Doug for lunch at twelve-thirty, and it was already ten...

    FATHER OF ALL LIES by Jenny Butler

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    FATHER OF ALL LIESby Jenny Butler Deep within dark premonitory dreams, the White Canon is juddering in his sleep. In his dream, the headstone looms large, its name defaced, chiselled and chipped away. He had...

    WHERE THE SPIRALS LEAD by Jenny Hayes

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    WHERE THE SPIRALS LEADby Jenny Hayes We were drinking iced coffee and watching a cheesy talk show with some model whose life had gone from fabulous to tragic and back again. I was nested in...

    THE BIG MOVE by Maria Frangakis

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    THE BIG MOVEby Maria Frangakis After nine years in San Jacinto, without electricity and indoor plumbing, we were finally leaving. We were moving to la casita hermosa, the beautiful little house, as we called our future dwelling in...

    OTHER PEOPLE by Pavel Sokolov

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    OTHER PEOPLEby Pavel Sokolov Birds took turns singing. As one paused, another would immediately come in. Each of them spoke its own language, not at all concerned about being understood. Then, suddenly, a sharp screeching...

    WHAT IF by Erin Bank

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    WHAT IFby Erin Bank “Can’t I have your seat?” The young woman fails to notice any pertinent details of the world around her, besides the five large shopping bags she’s hauling onto the bus, not...

    A MOMENT OF CALM by Kobina Wright Limitless

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    A MOMENT OF CALMby Kobina Wright Limitless October 7th.  Bali anchored herself in the leather-like spa chair soaking her feet in hot, robin-blue, soapy water.  The funds that would cover the day’s pampering had been...

    DEMOCRACY AT WORK by Thomas Kearnes

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    DEMOCRACY AT WORKby Thomas Kearnes Den Mother, of course, was not her real name. While she spoke, Jameson swished the name Greta around his mind. Greta, Mother Greta, the Den Mother. She was speaking so eloquently, about...

    DO US PART by Jack Coey

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    DO US PARTby Jack Coey There was an old woman and a nurse in a room. The old woman sat in a chair holding a cane. There was a tray in front of her with...

    DORA THE EXPLORER by Terry Engel

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    DORA THE EXPLORERby Terry Engel I used to watch the news all the time, especially this little blonde girl that covered the afternoon shift on CNN. Her name was Selena Cassaday, and she read the...