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Fiction - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

    THURSDAY MORNING by Taylor Morrison

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    THURSDAY MORNINGTaylor Morrison  I knew something wasn't right the moment I walked into Mrs. Knickerbocker's class on Thursday morning. We called her Mrs. N. because of the silent K...

    LAVE by Todd Dodson

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    LAVEBy Todd Dodson     It’s gentle at first. You are five and she sets you in the tub still filling with water. Even on her knees she looms over you,...

    A MILLION MARIAS by Gene Goldfarb

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    A MILLION MARIASby Gene Goldfarb Jack lived on a busy tongue of land that pointed out on the Atlantic Ocean east to a European continent. His home turf was...

    A LIFE IN A DAY by Brighid Moret

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    A LIFE IN A DAYby Brighid Moret The screen door swung shut, slamming its frame as it did every day.  Eventually they are going to shatter the glass, Margaret thought...

    THE ANNIVERSARY by Renato Barucco

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    THE ANNIVERSARYRenato Barucco He lies immobile under the sheets, arms at his sides and legs straight, like a corpse in a coffin but with eyes wide open, staring at...

    FIFTIES SCOOP by John Tavares

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    FIFTIES SCOOPby John Tavares There are many gaps and holes in the story, but my origins in as few words as possible must necessarily leave some sense of vagueness...

    DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE by Jeannine Cook

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    DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDEby Jeannine A. Cook She was used to the flinching. The fiddling. The mess. The begging. The crying. The blood. These women with their thick thighs...

    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...

    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...

    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...