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Fiction - Year V - Number 37 - June 2020

    LIKE DESCRIBING COLOR TO A BLIND PERSON by Jim Bolone

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    “Put 101.9 on.” The music we listening to no longer interested me and became noise. I preferred my own music; it helped keep me alert, the way it was on the road before losing my...

    WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? By Glynn Germany

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    WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? "I don't need his ideas, okay? Or any old crap full of vacuum tubes and God knows what. I need his face. Not his ideas. And for sure not his mouth....

    SAVING THE PICTURE SHOW by Ed Nichols

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    Saving The Picture Show There was a rumor all over Clarkesville, Georgia. The picture show was going to close. The Habersham Theater. It had been operating since way before World War Two....

    NO SHOWING by Adam Hofbauer

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    No Showing The Thanksgiving dishes sat piled and unwashed around the kitchen sink. The uneaten turkey remained on its bones, pan full of carcass and liquid drippings successfully shoved into the fridge between twin stacks...

    ZANZIBAR by Robert Gamer

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    Zanzibar Short Story Robert Gamer “Do you mind if I sit down?” Although, nursing a drink, the woman sitting at the bar did not stir, the man proceeded to plop himself down on the adjacent stool....

    THE DYER’S DAY OUT by Nageen Rather

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    THE DYER’S DAY OUT Reclining against the mud-plastered wall, Gulzar Khan’s soft-natured wife Noor opened the copper lid of the samovar and blew a mouthful of air into its chimney. After adding a pinch of...

    TOGETHER AT LAST by Ruth Deming

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    TOGETHER AT LAST Thud! That’s me, playfully hitting myself in the forehead, wondering why I hadn’t thought of this before. Go and visit her. Go, even if you have to pay someone to drive you...

    TART by Guy Preston

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    Tart Guy Preston The global rankings had been announced the night before and on the day the athletes filed in to the stadium, some floated and some dragged their feet. In their quarters, the athletes had...

    BLACK LOVE by Frannie Gilbertson

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    Black Love Devon She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, the sheet slipping down to her waist. I wanted to reach out and trace the line of her spine. It was so...