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Fiction - Year V - Number 34 - March 2020

    ON THE RUN by Victoria Rowse

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    ON THE RUNby Victoria Rowse  It was a regular day I got home about noon when I noticed the previously empty house was now alive with activity, I looked through my kitchen window to see...

    SILVIES VALLEY RANCH by Michael Amato

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    SILVIES VALLEY RANCHby Michael Amato  "Morning, Sheriff," Cole says.            "What's going on here, Cole," the Sheriff says. .            "We received a disturbing call earlier today from Silvies Valley Ranch," Cole says.            "That's like the fifth...

    CHRISTMAS TREE HEIST by Angela Smith

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    CHRISTMAS TREE HEISTby Angela Smith  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing on the other end of my cellphone. Someone had been cutting down the Colorado blue spruce trees, Fraser fir trees, and even a...

    FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas

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    FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas  Peggy splashed water on her face and left the ladies’ room. The dry heat of late June in Madrid had made her feel faint. Wooden floors groaned under her step,...

    THE WOMAN by Christopher Carroll

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    THE WOMANby Christopher Carroll  Todd climbed into his car after leaving the bar. The sky fell out from underneath, as the wind pressed up against the car. It sounded like a bullet train was passing...

    THE RUN by Stan Dryer

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    THE RUNby Stan Dryer Harry Staunten had travelled far in Thatchford. He had run its broad streets in springtime, between the ample lawns bright with blooming shrubs. He had lapped the track at Langley Park...

    THE BROKEN COMPASS by Ciaran McLarnon

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    THE BROKEN COMPASSby Ciaran McLarnon  From a distance they seemed smooth and angular, but still snow managed to cling to the slate-grey peaks that kept the landing strip secluded. Bryce watched through the porthole beside...

    GOOD MORNING by Samuel Stone

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    GOOD MORNINGby Samuel Stone  The unmistakable foreignness of the body is the first thing that occurs to me. It’s the first thing to really occur to me this day, since I’ve only just woken up,...

    MADELINE, LYDIA, AND THE STRAUSSIAN RAINFALL IN ANNAPOLIS

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    MADELINE, LYDIA, AND THE STRAUSSIAN RAINFALL IN ANNAPOLISby Matilda Zhao  It was a freezing morning. I skipped my morning class. My Jewish culture and family history professor would be mad at me, I know. But...

    ROLEPLAYING by Matt Gillick

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    ROLEPLAYINGby Matt Gillick  The man got in the truck after the driver made the point that he shouldn’t be out in the open when the fog rolled in. They were driving now. The passenger’s name...