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Fiction - Year IV - Number 21 - February 2019

    GUILT MONOLOGUE by Don Dussault

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    GUILT MONOLOGUEby Don Dussault For me everything is in the present tense. Whatever whoever slips away into the past I yank it back. Here something of me thrives. And...

    JULIE IN CHICAGO by Eric Lutz

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    JULIE IN CHICAGOby Eric Lutz Julie sat on her balcony. It was midday on a Wednesday. She wore khaki shorts, a lime green bikini top, and sunglasses. She drank...

    THE GERMAN by Rees Nielsen

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    THE GERMANby Rees Nielsen It was the summer of 1971 and Murrow and I were stuck in Tehran waiting for the weekly bus to Istanbul.   Down the hallway this...

    AMBIVALENCE: A LOVE STORY by Claudia Piepenburg

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    AMBIVALENCE: A LOVE STORYby Claudia Piepenburg October 20, 20166:00PM “Mrs. Williams? Alice Williams?” The doctor resists the urge to click his fingers an inch in front...

    PLEASE CONFIRM YOU ARE NOT IN BEAST MODE by Anna Brassk

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    PLEASE CONFIRM YOU ARE NOT IN BEAST MODEby Anna Brassky A month ago, Chris began to see dwarfs, though not exactly see but rather sense their presence. Just as...

    THE LITTLE DOG by Eric Massey

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    THE LITTLE DOGby Eric Massey There once was a little dog.  His name was Rex.  He lived in a small house in a small town.  He didn’t know what...

    CANDID by Michael Trobich

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    CANDIDby Michael Trobich Kate Gibbons likes to take pictures. She doesn’t know how it started, closing shutters and toggling flash, but she loves the way that each photo has...

    WHALE BONE by David Massey

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    WHALE BONEby David Massey The young man accompanied me outside to enjoy the air and sun.  So balmy out here always in July.  We walked slowly toward this swing,...

    KNOCK by Nick Farriella

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    KNOCKby Nick Farriella Esme was a charity care worker or “charity care officer” as she’d like to call it when discussing her job with relatives at family functions. She’d...

    GOD’S OWN by Samuel Buckley

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    GOD'S OWNby Samuel R. Buckley I. Adulthood Nick’s fists thump the counter: come on.His teeth crush his lips: come on.His eyes move from the lurid displays...