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Fiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

    FERTILITY by Noelle Florio

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    FERTILITYby Noelle Florio “It comes in waves, Miss. Loakey. Some days will be better than others sweetie, but the results of your spirometry test show your lungs have increased inflammation since your last visit,” Doc...

    A GROCER’S LIST by Charlie Turner

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    A GROCER’S LISTby Charlie Turner Three dozen eggs. Ollie stands in the middle of the mess with a cigarette behind his ear. Our father, the deli manager, is across the store flirting with some young...

    NO VACANCY by Nathaniel Zebley

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    NO VACANCYby Nathaniel Zebley  Rachel stood up, walked over to the smudged window in the small room, and looked out at the parking lot with only a few cars in it. The “No Vacancy” sign...

    CURSED CHRISTMAS DINNER

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    CURSED CHRISTMAS DINNERby Alexandre Henrique Ferreira Campos de Souza  The cold wind howls through the city, the snow slowly falling and gathering on the roofs of houses. A normal Christmas Eve, families gathering, and presents...

    PEQUENA by Taylor Martin

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    PEQUENAby Taylor Martin  Pequena rustled in my arms, I tussled to calm her down. The looks from my schoolmates spelled disgust, dirty gazes at her dirt covered feathers. I ignored them all. In the midst...

    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 stared into the distance. Last Monday,...

    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 all, yet to my surprise, I...

    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 O. Brown. Thanksgiving was on its...

    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 sleep of stray dogs curled up...

    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 the students, the teachers. And Joe...