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Fiction - Year V - Number 35 - April 2020

    DEATH AND BASEBALL by Red Rollins*

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    DEATH AND BASEBALLBy Red Rollins He parked at the subway station and took the train to Union. The southbound train was filled with blue jerseys—couples, gangs of women, gangly men...

    CONFESSIONAL by Richard Rose

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    CONFESSIONALby Richard Rose The request for a visit from a priest had taken Lucy by surprise. She knew that as a child her mother, encouraged by her parents who...

    HER LOVING ARMS by Marta Pelrine-Bacon

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    HER LOVING ARMSby Marta Pelrine-Bacon     Ella Cairnsworth didn’t mean to kill her boyfriend today. She loved him most of the time, and when she’d imagined murdering him, she’d planned...

    THE NIGHT I MET LOVE by Jannai Calderon

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    THE NIGHT I MET LOVEBy: Jannai Calderon “Hey Babe, you ready? OH NO NO NO NO, come on’ you’ll have to come. you’ll have so much fun! Hun. And...

    TANGO by Henri Colt

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    TANGOby Henri Colt "I don’t dance the tango,” Kyra says, “but I took lessons before coming.” She bites into a bright green apple with an audible crunch. Its tangy...

    WAITING FOR LULU AT WUTHERING HEIGHTS by Andrew Martin

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    WAITING FOR LULU AT WUTHERING HEIGHTSby Andrew Martin  "If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were...

    IVANA by Magdalena Blazevic

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    IVANA(16. 8. 1993)by Magdalena Blazevic I'll be dead in two hours. My hair, washed with camomile, as white as snow, will mix with the dust from the well-worn path...

    TAMING OF THE BRO by Matthew Rennels

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    TAMING OF THE BROby Matthew Rennels  Sammy looked at Dee, his eyes darker than merlot, his teeth the color of milk. He bit into the bread loaf’s golden-brown crust...

    MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Linda Marshall

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    MISTAKEN IDENTITYBy Linda Marshall  She’d flown back to St. Louis for her mother’s funeral, her sadness accentuated by their often difficult relationship; no fixing it now. It was in...

    TWO SHAWLS by Brian Feller

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    TWO SHAWLSby Brian Feller      Claire waited on the couch for her parents to arrive and gripped her husband’s hand as she watched the grandfather clock tick by. When it...