Fiction - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    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...

    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...

    NINE / TEN by David Robbins

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    NINE / TENby David Robbins 1 For six months, Arthur Kramer treated me like he was doing me a favor by planking me. I let it happen because you’re out in the ninth if you don’t...

    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...

    BY NO MEANS by B. P. Herrington

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    BY NO MEANSby B. P. Herrington The fly skittering across the sales counter fiddled its forelegs and sprang up in an aimless drift.  In the acrid odor of fertilizer and feed, Davis slouched at the...

    THE HARD WALK by Forrest McElroy

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    THE HARD WALKby Forrest McElroy Tommy struggled to climb out of the car, wobbling precariously until he gained purchase with his crutch. The driver got out of the sleek, black government vehicle and came over...

    WANTED MAN by Anahit Petrosyan

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    WANTED MANby Anahit Petrosyan Now that he was suspended, Levi lied down in the back seat of his car and closed his eyes, going back three weeks to when he had been assigned this undercover...

    FAITH AND DESTINY by John Tavares

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    FAITH AND DESTINYby John Tavares Things were happening so fast—Faith couldn’t believe how quickly her anger overpowered her. When she discovered her sister took her brand new black yoga pants, and chopped the legs off,...

    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...

    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...