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Fiction - Year IV - Number 25 - June 2019

    LICKS by Mary Elizabeth Cartwright

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    LICKSby Mary Elizabeth Cartwright Jud Nasery followed his twin brother, Ander, into Potter Fields, the smallest stable in Versailles, Kentucky. Every Saturday morning during the summer before college, the two eighteen-year-olds were in charge of...

    FLING MAN by Louis Gallo

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    FLING MANby Louis Gallo Back in town, recently divorced, old friends scattered, I’m longing for feminine affection as I take to the streets and head in the direction of Jambalaya headquarters in this abandoned warehouse on lower...

    THE MAN ON THE EDGE OF THE TOWN by Jamie Gogocha

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    THE MAN ON THE EDGE OF TOWNBy Jamie Gogocha Crossing from the green, mountainous western half of Montana into the endless horizon of the eastern half is like crossing into another country. As I drove...

    A SACRED TRADITION by Paul Kivelson

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    A SACRED TRADITIONby Paul Kivelson Ricky was tall, and not just for his age. He could fit on his old bike only by bending his back up tight and pulling his hands in close. The...

    DOING OKAY by Abraham Assed

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    DOING OKAYby Abraham Assed One late Friday afternoon during tenth grade, I walked to the 7-Eleven a few blocks away from my house. I went inside and wandered around the shelves of candy, chips, jerky,...

    DREAMLESSNESS by Ivan De Luce

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    DREAMLESSNESSby Ivan De Luce Friday — Dreamt I was in love. I met her — Samantha — at a party, and we hadn’t seen each other in ten years. She hadn’t aged at all, but...

    JUDITH by Chris Cooper

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    JUDITHby Chris Cooper My eyes fluttered open, catching the lurid glare from the remaining sunlight as it bounced off the windshield. I sat up in my seat, shielding my eyes from the repugnant rays with...

    JULIA IN BLOOM by Alberto Ambard

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    JULIA IN BLOOMby Alberto Ambard  IThe scratchy, metallic sound of the brakes woke Daniel, but he kept his eyes closed, until he heard the bus driver announcing the last resting stop.Las Vegas was Daniel’s final...

    BUTTON TIN by Aholaah Arzah

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    BUTTON TINby Aholaah Arzah Although she had not in years sewn even so much as a loose button back on the straining lapel of a winter coat, it was not inconceivable that she might yet...

    PLATYPUS by Peter Crowley

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    PLATYPUSby Peter Crowley One morning there was a platypus walking through our backyard. I awoke my wife and suggested that we take some photographs. She agreed and perched by the window, ready to snap pictures...