Fiction - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

    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 its delicious pastrami, corned beef, and...

    GHOSTS by David Rogers

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    GHOSTSby David Rogers When the ghosts started to appear, I knew it was only a matter of time til Stephen would show up. Again.#“Laura, you’re out of uniform,” Jimmy Neutron said. Like Joe’s Mexican Restaurant...

    STREET OF ANOTHER WISH by Judson Blake

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    STREET OF ANOTHER WISHby Judson Blake They discussed it several times. How it would be straightforward and might even be fun, moving, really, only across town. There would be more space than they had now....

    THE DAY OF THE FIRE by Jeff Bakkensen

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    THE DAY OF THE FIREby Jeff Bakkensen There’s a special smile when they see you walking a dog. Like, Yep, one of the tribe. Mei’s said pregnant women get it too, earlier than you’d think. But...

    THE CLIENT by Catherine Lin

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    THE CLIENTby Catherine Lin The first thing Debbie noticed when Hilaria Wigotsky got into her car, was that she didn’t look like most clients.  From the thick, blonde hair elegantly coiled on the back of...

    THE FIELD OF PLAY by Mike Sharlow

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    THE FIELD OF PLAYBy Mike Sharlow Our world revolved around “the field.” It was about fifty yards wide from the street to the block wall of St. Dominic’s Convent and about two blocks long. In...

    DOWNTOWN WALDOS by Mark Massaro

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    DOWNTOWN WALDOSby Mark Massaro Riley, my pot-dealers girlfriend, arched her body over the enormous yoga ball in front of me while I sat on their couch as he weighed out quarter bags on a digital...

    THE RESCUE by Elie Axelroth

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    THE RESCUEby Elie Axelroth The stranger who rescued him was a dark-skinned woman. He heard the swish of her silky dress, the clicking of high heels as she approached along the pedestrian walkway on the...

    FINDING KRAMER by Ruth Deming

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    FINDING KRAMERby Ruth Deming Five or six years ago, in a private message on Facebook, Joyce told me that Kramer was a bag lady in Boston. It seemed improbable but two other people from our...

    ELIZABETH PETTIGREW by Richard Bader

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    ELIZABETH PETTIGREWby Richard Bader She opened the door before we could knock, in a long silver dress and hair the same color, scarlet lips framing too-white teeth. “How awfully kind of you to come!” she...