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Fiction - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

    FIRST SPRING SEASON by Daniel Picker

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    FIRST SPRING SEASONby Daniel Picker   My father disappeared in the dark that late winter when the nights still ran long into the mornings and the day still ran short with darkness falling before dinner. ...

    NOTHING FOR YOU HERE by Mitchell Waldman

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    NOTHING FOR YOU HEREby Mitchell Waldman   I've got bad news: there is nothing for you here. Nothing.Do you want to go through life in a dream state?You are nothing but a cog in their...

    HUNG JURY by Alan Berger

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    HUNG JURYby Alan Berger The depressing envelope in Penny Bankey’s mailbox was surrounded by other depressing envelopes that went by the name of Bill now due.But this envelope out depressed them all as it was...

    THE NIGHT WE MET by Aimee Hardy

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    THE NIGHT WE METby Aimee Hardy   I opened my eyes, and it was snowing.I was all alone.I lay there wrapped up in a blanket, looking out at the snow. The TV was playing softly...

    A PEBBLE IN YOUR SHOE by AN Block

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    A PEBBLE IN YOUR SHOEby AN Block   “Look at you,” Jonas says, rubbing his thumb gently into Shelley’s palm, as she eases herself into the Mercedes, “all lovely in blue.”            “It’s my new color,”...

    COUSIN ITT by Bruce Kamei

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    COUSIN "ITT"by Bruce Kamei “Can I have a Rover here at sixty-nine and seventy?” an immigration inspector asked over the radio.            “What’s the problem?” asked INS Acting Supervisory Immigration Inspector Takeshi Tsukemoto.  Sixty-nine and seventy...

    MOVIE LIFE by Ken O’Steen

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    MOVIE LIFEby Ken O'Steen   I remembered the sun and the warmth and the tall palms. I thought about them during the New Hampshire winters, though I remembered few details from those days in Los...

    DRESSING THE PART by Deirdre Fagan

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    DRESSING THE PARTby Deirdre Fagan  The dress was boxed in 1990.  The box still had the dry cleaner's receipt attached to its slightly yellowed side.  Behind the cellophane window, Eva could just glimpse the beaded...