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Fiction - Year V - Number 29 - October 2019

    WOLF BENEATH THE WAVES by Sandra Gould Ford

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    WOLF BENEATH THE WAVESBy Sandra Gould Ford  The brick-red Jeep Wrangler cruised beside the icy river, kicking up great sprays of snow. The driver, Peyton Granville, said, “Guess we...

    LIVE A MILE by John Abraham

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    LIVE A MILEBy John Abraham "Thank you both for coming today. It was brave deciding to take up with the machine rather than being forced. Mr. Johnson, Mr. Hampton,...

    DAMAGE by Monica Strina

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    DAMAGEby Monica Strina It’s the day of Uncle Jeff’s funeral. In front of the church our relatives move in swarms. They remind me of the beehive that formed inside...

    WHAT ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR by John McLennon

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    WHAT ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR?By John McLennon Monika entered Carnal Love, one of Berlin’s basement nightclubs. The men all wore uniforms of the lowest rank, common soldaten on leave, fresh...

    Hero Karma by Mariel Yovino

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    WHAT ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR?By John McLennon Monika entered Carnal Love, one of Berlin’s basement nightclubs. The men all wore uniforms of the lowest rank, common soldaten on leave, fresh...

    HERO KARMA

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    DIGNITY OF A DOG by Mizuno Senko, translated by Marissa Skeels

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    DIGNITY OF A DOGBy Mizuno SenkoTranslated from Japanese by Marissa Skeels “You. Does anything bother you about the way your husband is?” Yoshino whipped around to face me.“Me?” I...

    WHIRLWIND by A. G. Dumas

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    WHIRLWINDBy A. G. Dumas She sat turned in the front seat facing the passenger window withtears in her eyes. By mid-afternoon they reached Leeds, the departurepoint from the highway...

    STALKING CHORE by Joshua Eric Swedlow

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    STALKING CHOREby Joshua Eric Swedlow A one-story house on a familiar street in the early morning can be seen as the sun rises.  Light shines in a soft haze...

    AMSTERDAM by Ruth Deming

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    AMSTERDAMby Ruth Deming After my second cup of Starbucks Coffee, the world was looking mighty beautiful. As assistant librarian of the Willow Grove Library – and I promise not...