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Fiction - Year V - Number 31 - December 2019

    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...

    ENDANGERED by Simon Lowe

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    ENDANGEREDby Simon Lowe  A bright and perky morning in 1983. Bill Finton, a consultant ecologist, waits for the postman to deliver a bribe. Yesterday, Bill took a bribe to...

    TREASURE MAP TO SUCCESS by John Califano

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    TREASURE MAP TO SUCCESS by John Califano MY FATHER WAS meticulous about his appearance and always left for work wearing a pressed suit and a starched...

    EULOGY by Spencer Storey Johnson

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    EULOGY By Spencer Storey Johnson Pine leans on his gravestone, dressed as he always was when we were young: artfully torn denim jacket, dark curls swept...

    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...

    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...

    MADE TO DECAY by Tom O’Brien

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    MADE TO DECAYby Tom O'Brien Hugh sat on a bench in Cavendish Square Park, hearing a police siren wail along nearby Oxford St. The crumbling statue of the Duke...

    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...

    THE LIFE COACH by Patrick Douglas Legay

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    THE LIFE COACHby Patrick Douglas Legay People were facing out from their front porches, talking low and drinking from tall cans or plastic wine stems. The lawnmowers and leaf...