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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 stared into the distance. Last Monday,...

    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 its gleaming marble with the long,...

    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...

    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, we believe that the best doctors...

    TALK TO ME by Bonita LeFlore

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    TALK TO MEby Bonita LeFlore  At three months of age, Maria Lopez Ruiz’s eyes turned blue. Not just any ordinary blue, but turquoise, the color of the sea near Porto San Sebastian, where Sophia Lopez...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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 was rare in Lewiston, even in...