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Fiction - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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 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...

    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...

    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,...

    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...

    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...