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Fiction - Year V - Number 31 - December 2019

    THE PHONE BOX AT THE EDGE OF TIME by G. M. Klein

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    THE PHONE BOX AT THE EDGE OF TIMEby G. M. Klein The man lent into the wheelchair as the slope steepened. Mercifully the rain had stopped. The wind was...

    ZOMBIES, VAMPIRES, AND YE OLD WOMEN OF THE KNIGHT

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    ZOMBIES, VAMPIRES, AND YE OLD WOMEN OF THE KNIGHTBy Phoenix DeSimone   On Mondays, Wilbur would skip feeding the cats and making dinner. He’d punch off at his job making Xerox copies five days...

    DO YOU DO HITS? By James Hanna

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    DO YOU DO HITS? by James Hanna I am a magnet for strangers. They approach me in airports, subways, and bars, and they tell me their...

    CHICAGO by Emily Sullivan

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    CHICAGOby Emily Sullivan Andrea shifted the gear into park on the side of the dim lit street. She reached for the volume dial and turned it to zero. Her...

    FOR EMILY by R. J. Fox

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    FOR  EMILYby R.J. Fox “Tell Emily I love her.”Her husband’s dying words. His death bed epitaph to Amy, his wife of 25 years.On the heels of not saying a...

    IT WAS HIS HABIT TO GO TO BED EARLY by Toni Morgan

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      IT WAS HIS HABIT TO GO TO BED EARLYby Toni Morgan Following a supper of potatoes fried in an iron skillet with two pork chops and three eggs, he carefully scraped his plate...

    SOBER RIDER by Michael Hetherton

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    SOBER RIDERby Michael Hetherton They watched them come. Summer monoliths plodding relentlessly toward the city on the plains. The birds silent. In the pre-storm stillness sunlight lit the houses...

    THE FLAT ABOVE by Sue Brennan

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    THE FLAT ABOVEby Sue Brennan Belinda had always wanted to live above a shop and there was no real explaining why. Maybe it was the idea of people moving...

    BABY ON BOARD by Rachael Biggs

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    BABY ON BOARDby Rachael Biggs Deliberately inhaling and exhaling the crisp morning air with force, Jane noticed one of the first leaves turning yellow and felt grateful that Autumn...

    KNIGHT ERRANT by Dennis Vannatta

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    KNIGHT ERRANTBy Dennis Vannatta I got to the clubhouse a few minutes before 8:00, when I’m officially on the clock.  I like to be on time even though Cornell...