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Fiction - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

    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 my dad. Well a few months...

    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 perfect spot. And then there was...

    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 in her name. She felt it...

    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, already getting to work with the...

    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 filled with people and entities hungry...

    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 as she assumed her daily position...

    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 the ceiling. He woke up as...

    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 and incompleteness. Besides, big parts of...

    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 and thin thighs and saggy 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 there is a weird looking package...