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Fiction - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

    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,...

    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,...

    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 –...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    WINTER PEOPLE by Barbara Borst

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    WINTER PEOPLEBy Barbara Borst Maria slumped onto the brown plaid sofa in her friend’s combination living room, dining area and kitchen. She was tired. Not from bathing and dressing...

    THE STORY OF THE OLD MAN ON THE BENCH IN THE PARK

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    THE STORY OF THE OLD MAN ON THE BENCH IN THE PARKby Harvey James I've gotta start from the beginning and so I say to him, I’ve gotta explain...

    CAUTION: SLIPPERY WHEN WET by Ivanka Fear

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    CAUTION: SLIPPERY WHEN WETby Ivanka Fear "It was an accident waiting to happen," Ivy Rose explained to Detective Reed. “There were just way too many people looking for the...

    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...