Fiction - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

    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...

    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 of hands with the chance to be held – or...

    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 and, in the same breath, betrayal.“Don’t...

    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 readers-dreamers! At 5.30 pm the meek time...

    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 bright, shades, black and white and...