Home Fiction - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

Fiction - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

    LECHERY by Alex R. Encomienda

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    LECHERYby Alex R. Encomienda Gene and Phillip walked into the tiny, tin-box shaped coffee shop uptown of Ithaca and picked a quiet spot by the window. As they sat...

    THREE by Keith Hoerner

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    THREEby Keith Hoerner To Clara: Regarding Your Critique You shared your writing with me. An extension of friendship, like a handshake. More like the reaching out...

    THREE SMALL WORDS by Paul Lamb

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    THREE SMALL WORDSby Paul Lamb Three small words. Just three syllables.“Don’t tell Mom.”What brother might say to brother, but less likely from father to son. Words calling for trust...

    MY FIRST SOLE LITTLE LETTER by Paweł Markiewicz

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    MY FIRST SOLE LITTLE LETTERby Paweł Markiewicz My first sole little letter Calling allringing so beauteously-muse-like and winged like eternally gentle pinion of a melancholic harpDear valued mellow quaint...

    NOT QUITE SO BLIND by Thomas Heine

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    NOT QUITE SO BLINDBy Thomas Heine I have never experienced the sensation of sight, but I know a lot about it.  I have an understanding of words such as...

    A RARE THING by Matthew Chacko

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    A RARE THINGby Matthew Chacko When Joel opened with, “Oh my god, do I have the craziest thing to tell you,” Ellie expected to hear of his roommates’ latest...

    A POCKET OF AIR by Annette Freeman

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    A POCKET OF AIRby Annette Freeman   Denny gave the cast of the play one round of perfunctory applause, a quick slap together of his palms, then he was heading for the door. He...

    MEETING JOHN AND THERESA by Jeffrey Hill

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    MEETING JOHN AND THERESAby Jeffrey Hill       The people file out of the subway car.  The people file into the subway car.  It is cramped.  Some sit.  Some stand.  The man, woman, and child...

    SHOP by ML Paul

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    SHOPby ML Paul Like a photo plucked from developer too soon, she appeared underdeveloped to herself as she looked in the mirror of the third floor bathroom.   To correct...

    HOW TO BUILD A BRICK WALK by David Landsperger

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    HOW TO BUILD A BRICK WALKby David Landsperger     It was a beautiful Sunday morning in July and he knew exactly what to do with it. Doing nothing would give him too much time...