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Fiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

    DELUSION by Ibrahim N. Al-Huraiyes,

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    DELUSIONby Ibrahim N. Al-Huraiyestranslated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim  He threw the pen aside and collapsed on the lumpy chair, resting his aching body. Dazed, he silently...

    TELL A FRIEND by Colin Gallagher

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    TELL A FRIENDby Colin Gallagher  While walking up Sunset Street in Seattle, Washington, I pass office buildings, parking lots, restaurants and other businesses. I believe I had seen it...

    THE OLD FRONT PORCH by Ruth Deming

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    THE OLD FRONT PORCH by Ruth Deming  He was a man who never cussed in front of women. Just inside his own head. The black head of retired Major Robert...

    SMELL OF LEATHER by Vivek Nath Mishra

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    SMELL OF LEATHERby Vivek Nath Mishra  After a long day, Subba walked down a narrow alley passing several sleeping, ruminating cows in the middle of the street, perturbing the...

    DID I STUTTER? by Alan Berger

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    DID I STUTTER?By Alan Berger  No one ever in any of Joe’s classrooms starting from kindergarten ever thought that he would ever be P.H.D. material. More like P.H.Duh material.So thought...

    WE ARE WAITING by Chrissie Rohrman

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    WE ARE WAITINGby Chrissie Rohrman I’m on break when I get the call from Gram. I listen and nod along, pretending my heart isn’t seizing in my chest. “Keep...

    ALTER IAGO by Marcia Eppich-Harris

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    ALTER IAGOby Marcia Eppich-Harris  “The soul is as important as the sinews,” the orientation speaker had said on my first day of medical school. “Here at St. Hearthguard University,...

    AN INSTANT OF EVERYTHING by John Riebow

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    AN INSTANT OF EVERYTHINGby John Riebow  The night air was crisp as he emerged from the heat of the crowded club.  It was just after midnight and, thanks to...

    FOR YOU, BLUE by Anna Schaeffer

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    FOR YOU, BLUEby Anna Schaeffer  “Eighty-two.”Lina Vaduva woke up with the number thrumming in her head like a dial tone. The clock on Lina’s phone read 3:45, but silence...

    JIMINEY bt Lisa Lebduska

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    JIMINEYby Lisa Lebduska  On a blistering July morning in 1979, Connie and Maria entered the smooth, moneyed chill of The Plaza Hotel, trailing after Connie's father Tom, who crossed...