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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...

    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...

    SAFETY by Victoria Harris

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    SAFETYBy Victoria Harris Keep your distance from her. That’s what has always kept you safe. Sane. Next time she tries to draw you into a conversation about yourself, steer...

    A BORING LIFE by Barbara Borst

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    A BORING LIFEby Barbara Borst “You’re not really going, are you?”Laura wasn’t sure which of the guests milling about her living room had lofted that question over the din.“Of...

    PUNCH DRUNK by Annabelle Baptista

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    PUNCH DRUNKBy Annabelle Baptista I clutched my jaw as if I’d been sucker punched.  Genevieve looked up from my case file, her piercing grey eyes like pressed pickleloaf from...

    THE YOUNG WARRIORS by Steve Slavin

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    THE YOUNG WARIORSby Steve Slavin 1The day before I left for basic training, I sat in Katz’s, a massive family style delicatessen on the Lower Eastside. Widely known for...