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Fiction - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

    PAID HOLIDAY by Tina Zenou

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    PAID HOLIDAYby Tina Zenou  The green hills come rolling up towards us. Neat hedges of brambles divide them. In the distance the glitter of the ocean.I look at all...

    GREEN EYES by Miles Hall

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    GREEN EYESby Miles Hall  Every time he leaves the house, Nathan feels a pair of judgmental eyes damning him for his sins. On Tuesday, when Nathan went outside to...

    CEDAR by Mike Dillon

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    CEDARby Mike Dillon  His eyes moved from the old, white wooden ceiling to the young hospice nurse with her back to him.“How long does it take to die?”She stopped...

    FRACTURE by Aubrie Artiano

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    FRACTURE by Aubrie Artiano It’s Saturday.When you draw back the curtain, morning light, grey and harsh as soot, pours in. Condensation coats your window. Outside, murky...

    WINSOME GOES TO TEACHER’S COLLEGE / from The Guarded Virgin by Yvonne Blackwood

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    WINSOME GOES TO TEACHER’S COLLEGE / from The Guarded Virginby Yvonne Blackwood  I’m standing on the verandah looking across the meadow, off into the coming dawn. The night sounds remain...

    GRETA by Susanne Roff

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    GRETABy Susanne Roff I met Greta in prison. She’d got five years and was two thirds of her way through them. We met on the industrial cleaning course of...

    THE BROKEN CONCERT by Mark Massaro

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    THE BROKEN CONCERTby Mark Massaro  Felix digs through his cramped, dank storage unit, pushing aside shoeboxes of photographs and rolled up concert posters, trying to find his cooler and...

    THINK LIKE A THIEF by Jim Zinaman

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    THINK LIKE A THIEF                            By Jim Zinaman    Through the glass walls of his office on the Equities Institutional Sales and Trading floor, Brass Brothers Partner Lloyd Fuchsberg glanced at his...

    BEAUTIFUL IN THE WATER by Brad Shurmantine

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    BEAUTIFUL IN THE WATERby Brad Shurmantine  Packed with the fat and arrogance that would kill him three years later, Julius Schott lumbered back to his portable classroom after the...

    OBSCURA by Ian Swalwell

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    OBSCURAby Ian Swalwell  It was too early for the cacophony, too early for the anxiety, too early for the shame, but it was there anyway.  It wasn’t late enough...