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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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...