Fiction - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    SUMMER STORMS by Omar Essa

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    SUMMER STORMSby Omar Essa The geese are unkind. They stand militant along the border of the pond like NYPD officers during parades in Manhattan, as if the pine trees were the skyscrapers they're meant to...

    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 sky into the meat department at...

    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 shack. On the counter itself there was a watermelon, sliced,...

    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 us 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 us going.”Meeting her best friend’s husband...

    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 Slapchappy, Florida. The good news and...

    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 drinks, and just stood there, hand...

    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...