Fiction - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    THE WAYS OF FISH by Chris Cleary

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    THE WAYS OF FISHby Chris Cleary The second time a flying fish thumped Tyler Spradlin squarely in the chest seemed to him a miracle. The first time he was fourteen and with his Uncle Dee-Wayne on...

    THE COMPANY HE KEEPS by John Garcia

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    THE COMPANY HE KEEPSby John Garcia He sits at an empty table in Leon Cafe in downtown Guatemala City. Looking up, he watches the uneven, twirling blades of a dust-covered ceiling fan, and slides over...

    CHANGING LANGUAGE by Steve Colori

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    CHANGING LANGUAGEby Steve Colori The bluish lights from the television were glowing from the bar. I was out to eat with some friends on a week night and there were several groups of people in...

    DROVE MY CHEVY TO THE LEVEE BUT THE LEVEE WAS DRY by Beth Goldner

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    DROVE MY CHEVY TO THE LEVEE BUT THE LEVEE WAS DRYby Beth Goldner I stole the Jackson Marlowe sculpture, Cattails for Wendy, from the front yard of Jackson’s very own house. The stems were made of rebar...

    ONE NIGHT IN A NAMELESS TOWN by Matthew Abuelo

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    ONE NIGHT IN A NAMELESS TOWNby Matthew Abuelo It was another sleepless night in a long line of sleepless nights for Jimmy Miles. He was kept awake by a sharp pain that started in his...

    A TABLE, FOR TWO by Gary Jaycox

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    A TABLE, FOR TWOby Gary Jaycox F It was ten minutes before Two on a Tuesday afternoon when I cracked open the door to O’Shea’s Tavern. I was early and that was fine with me....

    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,...

    BROTHERS by Jeremy Ford

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    BROTHERSby Jeremy Ford I wasn’t sure my brother understood what happened. I knew he didn’t understand what it all meant. You see, Jacob’s didn’t process things the way you or I would. They’d told us...