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Fiction - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    CONFETTI PINK AND ASHY by Brian Riley

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    CONFETTI PINK AND ASHYby Brian Riley Burbank, California, the November after September 11 and Brice Cooper has come home early from work yet again. Watching his 3-year-old son, Tyler, barreling towards him in a yellow...

    SWEET DREAMS by Jasmine Dalrymple

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    SWEET DREAMSby Jasmine Dalrymple It’s just a dream it’s just a dream I keep telling myself.My eyes jolt open and my heart begins to race, I’m in near sweat from that nightmare. The rhythm of my...

    THOSE LOVELY FAMILY MOMENTS by Wendy Thornton

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    THOSE LOVELY FAMILY MOMENTSby Wendy Thornton Once when I was a single parent, I took my daughter camping. At the time, I was determined to do all the fun things I did when I was...

    HORSE AND GARDEN by Norbert Kovacs

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    HORSE AND GARDENby Norbert Kovacs Gene Stamp was proud of his flower garden. He had set its plot in the middle of his backyard where any visitors would see it immediately through the bay window...

    A TABLE SET FOR FIVE by Jacqueline Rosenbaum

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    A TABLE SET FOR FIVEby Jacqueline Rosenbaum I think back to the map she drew, scanned and emailed to me. Addressed to My Precious Daughter. Arrows that pointed my theoretical, my inevitable movement. X’s to indicate the...

    IMAGE AND VOICE by Liz Whitt

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    IMAGE & VOICEby Liz Whitt It was the first time he ever saw her. He was ten years old and he could feel the warmth seeping from his skin as it rested on the smooth,...

    ALL SHOOK UP by JW Burns

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    ALL SHOOK UPby JW Burns No one except Katherine Duff noticed when the room began to vibrate.The papers were neatly stacked in the center of the table, stamped, initialed, factored, weighed, sealed and hyperlinked. Now...

    DISTRACTIONS by John Himmelheber

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    DISTRACTIONSby John Himmelheber My arms full of groceries, mostly light stuff but a couple heavy things, I was just leaving the Giant Grocery south of Baltimore. I had to adjust the load once to avoid...