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Fiction - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

    THE PACKAGE by Christopher Carroll

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    THE PACKAGEBy Christopher Carroll On this dark and dreary Tuesday, Tom returned home from his trip. Tom walks up the stairs to his apartment door when he realizes that there is a weird looking package...

    ONCE UPON A TIME IN DETROIT by Michael Walker

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    ONCE UPON A TIME IN DETROITby Michael S. Walker   She walked through the massive casino, scanning the heads of the people who sat, oblivious, playing slot machines. It was 2:30 pm on a Wednesday, so...

    ARTFUL DODGE by Joe Giordano

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    ARTFUL DODGEby Joe Giordano Maxey’s eyes welled. “Adriana held the shotgun inches from my face. She demanded I kneel.”Nicknamed the Dog of Flatbush, Maxey always attracted the prettier girl when we hung around together as...

    THE THREE QUESTIONS OF LOVE by Jeff Hardin

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    THE THREE QUESTIONS OF LOVE By Jeff Hardin  In the days of siren and cyclops, a man with tightened brows hung his head in frustration.  He had a dilemma.  For the past two years, he had...

    SINKHOLE by Asa Noriega

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    SINKHOLEby Asa Noriega After the divorce, Claudia Frank bought one of those overstuffed couches where the pillows sink together like alternate directions of a life converging. In the mornings, she’d crumple into the cushions and...

    PINK MOON by Neil McDonald

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    PINK MOONby Neil McDonald Junior tried to encourage Leo to join in with the party. He found himself saying things like ‘Ooh, look at that!’ a little too loudly, pointing at garish toys, and all...

    UNCLE JUDGE by Ruth Deming

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    UNCLE JUDGEby Ruth Deming What a family we have. Bigger than most. On Sundays, we’d hop into our Mercury Station Wagon – Dad got it for a bargain – so it was pink. It was...

    CREATIVE DESTRUCTION by Mark Halpern

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    CREATIVE DESTRUCTIONBy Mark Halpern … is the essential fact … Joseph Schumpeter, economist The 1980s were all boom, boom, boom. Even at the foreign companies, time raced along its money-greased track. And their guys on the scene—those...

    DIRECTORY by Amanda Corbin

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    DIRECTORYby Amanda Corbin It had begun subtly: a renamed Olentangy here, a Charlotte moved twenty miles north there. At first, she faulted her brain as thought it labeled a rectangle a square. But as she...

    VICKI LOUISE by Margaret Rowan

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    VICKI LOUISEby Margaret Rowan Cresting the dune, I looked out across the sand to the Atlantic, its foaming edge outlining the rocky shore of Phillips Beach. Aside from a few scavenging seagulls, I had the...