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Fiction - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

    HOME by Sarah Moore

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    HOMEby Sarah Moore   “Ma’am, I just need you to sign here,” said the FedEx guy. A notepad poked out from beneath the carcass of the wolf-dog-creature-thing in his arms.Angela stared down at the body,...

    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...

    PIT STOP EXISTENCE by Margery Bayne

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    PIT STOP EXISTENCEby Margery Bayne   “The pay is shit, but money’s money.”It was the first thing Steve said to Nathan after staring him down when he first stepped into his kitchen. Steve was in...

    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,”...

    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. ...

    CORA by Olivia Du Pont

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    CORAby Olivia Du Pont  “The first thing I remember was that everyone was yelling around me, my mother was crying, and the last thing I remember was seeing was a woman standing at the end...

    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...

    THE KINDERGARTEN TEACHER by Alethea Tyler

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    THE KINDERGARTEN TEACHERby Alethea Tyler   One, two, three, four taps against the side of her thigh. To ground her. To calm her. Four was the perfect number. Divisible by two. The age of untouched...

    A HARD CALL TO MAKE by Kristine Sarasin

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    A HARD CALL TO MAKEby Kristine Sarasin  Before she got to the restaurant Shyanne had thought that a pair of dark wash jeans, tiny black heels, and a white crop top was a perfectly fine...