Home Fiction - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

Fiction - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    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 polloi scurrying about to late dinner...

    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 already swum off— bastards—and there I...

    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 Riveter turned bandito. I’m allergic to...

    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 — the ones that bobbled like rubies,...

    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...