Fiction - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

    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 this problem, she opened her laptop,...

    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...

    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 some kindergartener’s soggy lunch sack. Over...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...