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Fiction - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

    FROSTBITTEN PIEROGI by Jennifer Ostromecki

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    FROSTBITTEN PIEROGIby Jennifer Ostromecki  Inside our house I shiver while my breath fogs the window; I draw a cake with seven candles then wipe the pane before Mama notices. Babcia bangs and clangs pans in...

    WAR IS NEVER OVER by Gail Finch

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    WAR IS NEVER OVERby Gail Finch  It was the summer of 1954. The screams of cicadas could be heard through the humid air of the twilight. Stars twinkled in the sky as the sun started...

    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 the beauty and I want to...

    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 check the mailbox, he saw them....

    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 what she was doing, hesitated a...

    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 puddles dot the road, flooding entire patches of narrow sidewalk....

    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 audible—crickets bleating, frogs croaking, a dog...

    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 all things – that was about...

    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 camping chairs. Florida humidity soaks the...

    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 soldiers battling on his newly expanded...