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Fiction - Year V - Number 35 - April 2020

    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 plus, I believe it will good...

    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 were devout Catholics, had been a...

    THE MAKEOVER by Adelaide Shaw

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    THE MAKEOVER    By Adelaide Shaw                                                                     Maggie’s worries were not about the hot, dry Santa Ana winds that blew into Los Angeles raising temperatures and tempers and creating a high fire danger. Her worries were of a...

    ERNIE by Clive Aaron Gill

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    ERNIEby Clive Aaron Gill I can’t decide if I should stay with Ernie. We’ve been together for fifteen years, and it will be hard to leave. But lately, I’ve been craving something… something different, you...

    LEAVES FROM THE FIELD by Michael Robinson

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    LEAVES FROM THE FIELDby Michael Robinson At Christian Appalachian Southern Baptist Institute (CASBI) there are two statues in the garden with the water-spring pond and a brick walkway leading to the main campus. One of...

    DOUBLE SHIFT by Zach Murphy

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    DOUBLE SHIFTby Zach Murphy Heavy eyelids don’t adhere to will after you’ve just worked a double shift. Zamir was having that problem on a particularly snowy night, so he pulled over to the side of a...

    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 and dropped the loaf to the...

    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 taste has a whisper of sweetness...

    SPIRAL by Martin Toman

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    SPIRALby Martin Toman Rachel left the kitchen quietly, crossing the atrium to ascend the staircase, her foot fall soundless so as to not attract attention. The noises of the wake receded as she climbed, and...

    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 the past, yet Kate was obsessed...