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Fiction - Year V - Number 37 - June 2020

    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...

    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....

    WAVING AT STEVIE WONDER by Ted Larsen

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    Waving at Stevie Wonder By Ted R. Larsen Writing as Amy Bradigan 1 Hal would like to fluff his pillow, but it hurts too much to move. After considering it, he decides an unfluffed pillow will be...

    COMFORTING LIES by Jeff Dosser

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    Darkness fell outside DeMichael’s window, his curtains rippling with the final exhalations of a humid summer day. With a sigh, he jammed his copy of NBA 2K12 into his Xbox wishing, his mother could...

    PEBBLES by Susie Gharib

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    Pebbles Let me speak of madness that surpasses description. He addressed the pebbles he collected with the utmost respect. He gave them names and whispered in their ears, though I could not tell which parts...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...