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Fiction - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

    TAMALANE ОF PETROGRAD by Virginia Marybury

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    TAMALANE OF PETROGRADby Virginia Marybury Of all the flat, marshy edges of western Petrograd, nowhere was as haunted by former people as St Basil’s Island, that diamond delta in...

    TWO WORLDS by Loren Sundlee

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    TWO WORLDSby Loren Sundlee             The sand slips away so gradually from the huts to the sea one might think that little more than a high tide could be...

    ASTRAL FEARS by Dylan Ward

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    ASTRAL FEARSby Dylan Ward On an icy Christmas morning Hunter is frozen in front of the Orion SpaceProbe. It gleams black in the winter light, like a mystical entity...

    THE DYING ROOM by Vince Barry

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    THE DYING ROOMby Vince Barry      “Nervous,” my wife goes, I think, ’cause she’s in the laundry room, which comes off the garage and is narrow and low beamed;...

    GRAVITY by Yvette Schnoeker-Shorb

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    GRAVITYby Yvette Schnoeker Shorb The two professors might as well have been talking in another language, for their conversation was most definitely beyond the interests of those who considered...

    CHEAP DATE IDEA: DEFILING A GRAVE by Michael Gillen

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    CHEAP DATE IDEA: DEFILING A GRAVEby Michael Gillen The sun was transiting Capricorn, his tarot reading that morning was an upright star, and he had done self-affirmations all morning....

    OH MADELINE by Lynn Dowless

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    OH MADELINEby Lynn Dowless       The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting, enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the...

    COLD WAR GIRL by William R. Stoddart

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    COLD WAR GIRLby William R. Stoddart                It was a long death in a short life. Aunt Tanya died from a proliferation of white blood cells, the end coming...

    ENTER JOSIE by Joseph Austin

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    ENTER JOSIEby Joseph Austin Enter Josie. A raven-haired beauty with blue eyes sprinkled with saffron. Barbara knew her kind the moment her son, Darren, brought her through the front...

    ONE LONG NIGHT by Jay Hookham

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    MY ROOM IN SAVILLEby Peter Fraser Six hours on the highway brought me back into Spain from Lisbon. How can you get tired, just sitting in a bus, staring...