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Fiction - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

    THE PRICE OF KINDNESS by Robert Penick

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    THE PRICE OF KINDNESSby Robert Penick       I was born in Mississippi, which is a big Strike One right off the bat, but I was also born poor, to people...

    MESSINESS by Jahnavi Misra

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    MESSINESSby Jahnavi Misra   “Does this spark joy?” Nita kept asking herself.She went around the room, tripping on random items, picking up one thing after another – a figurine, a coaster, a vinyl –...

    JASPER & RUBY by Zach Murphy

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    JASPER & RUBYby Zach Murphy  “These guys have been around longer than us!” Jasper says to Ruby as they admire the Galapagos tortoises at the Como Zoo.

    BETWEEN THE AISLES by Jessamyn Violet

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    BETWEEN THE AISLESby Jessamyn Violet  Fixation: An obsessive preoccupation.Sometimes, the only thing I can do to keep my mind off of him is to go shopping—mainly for cheap, useless...

    HORSEBACK by Eric D. Goodman

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    HORSEBACKby Eric D. Goodman Dustin prepared the horses for another day of riding. The sun had barely risen, but he’d already put in a few hours. Earlier, he’d made...

    THE NEIGHBOR by Fiona Cooke

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    THE NEIGHBORby Fiona Cooke     Tommy was always the paranoid type; he bought 1,000 dollars' worth of security cameras and security locks, so if anyone were to show up,...

    LINEMAN’S HUT NO. 13 by Magdalena Blazevic

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    LINEMAN’S HUT NO. 13by Magdalena Blazevic   The shadow is alive and Sofija knows she cannot run from it. The room's walls cannot soak it in, nor can the dark swallow it up. She...

    FATHER by Erik Barca

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    FATHERby Erik Barca “Marcus, please stay the week. Dad needs you.” “He doesn’t want me around.  I’ll need to rearrange my work. I can only stay through Wednesday,...

    FOURTH OF JULY CONFESSION by Amber Brandau

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    FOURTH OF JULY CONFESSIONby  Amber Brandau The town’s streets were lined with American flags, signaling another Fourth of July was here. I walked down the old brick streets that...

    SPRING-HEELED JACK by Ernesto Ignacio Gomez Belloso

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    SPRING-HEELED JACKby Ernesto Ignacio Gomez Belloso  Gottfried and Freischütz were not artsy. They didn’t know the complexities of painting, nor did they ever bother to look into them. But...