Fiction - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

    SHAME by Harry Ricciardi

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    SHAMEby Harry Ricciardi  In Nelson’s dockyard, Wayne was working.  On the back of some fancy plastic boat, the fitting had broken that held the wire that ran inside the...

    PHOTOGRAPHER by Paul Perilli

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    PHOTOGRAPHERBy Paul Perilli  Last month, back from Portugal two days, I went to see a client and after that I hailed a taxi on lower Broadway to take me...

    VALENTINE’S DAY by Christopher Johnson

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    VALENTINE’S DAYby Christopher Johnson Dad was of the World War II generation. The Greatest Generation. Born in 1920, came of age during the Great Depression. Dad wore his body...

    THE KING OF THE BOOT-STOMP GHETTO by Blake Rose

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    THE KING OF THE BOOT-STOMP GHETTOBy Blake Rose The mousy girl at the front desk gave Alec a room pretty high up, not a penthouse, but still high enough...

    A ROMANTIC TIME AT EAST BEACH by Rose Quacker

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    A ROMANTIC TIME AT EAST BEACHby Rose Quacker I worried grains of sand between my toes and between my fingers, pondering the cliché, everlasting thoughts of a romantic. Deep...

    PALE ASHES OF BAYONNE by Christopher Marchesano

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    PALE ASHES OF BAYONNE, NEW JERSEYBy Chris Marchesano The last casino I was booted from didn’t even bother asking about my father. No one seemed to notice the other...

    PATRICIDE by Alan Swyer

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    PATRICIDEby Alan Swyer Year after year Tom Campbell longed to trade peddling for creating, a condition he playfully (but privately) claimed owed to "screenplay envy." Even once his heart...

    SLEIGHT OF HAND by Rebecca Lee

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    SLEIGHT OF HANDby Rebecca Lee In the light between blinds, my eyes stare into the neighbor's window. All I see is my reflection. Blue eyes, thin face, blond hair...

    A TALE OF TWO BIRDS by Max Johansson

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    A TALE OF TWO BIRDSby Max Johansson There was a Tulip tree, older than anyone’s eyes could remember, that stole the valley. The old Tulip tree stood next to...

    THE CAGE by Robert Gamer

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    THE CAGEby Robert Gamer It was to be my way out. Make a little nest egg and jump on a Greyhound going to the east or west coast. I...