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A RUSSIAN STORY – By Steven Pelcman

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A RUSSIAN STORYBy Steven Pelcman Masha wasn’t a beautiful woman but she had an inner beauty and she made a man feel good because she was strong, able to look into your eyes and speak...

UNRAVELING – By Niikah Hatfield

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UNRAVELINGBy Niikah Hatfield Down the street, rubber soles slapping against the pavement and squelching in the little places where there is water. One of the laces has come untied, and it drags along behind each...

THE MONEY CHANGERS – By James Santore

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THE MONEY CHANGERSBy James Santore 1It was morning time in South Lymon, Ohio and there were fourteen men standing in front of a house. The grass on the front lawn was long and patchy and...

GUZZLED – By Jonathan Ferrini

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GUZZLEDBy Jonathan B. Ferrini Imagine finding a diamond embedded in the ground. You pull it from the earth and although the diamond glistens, you’re repulsed by the insects scurrying around under it. Like the insects,...

EN ROUTE TO GRAUMAN’S – By Sarah Archer Moulton

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GUZZLEDBy Jonathan B. Ferrini Imagine finding a diamond embedded in the ground. You pull it from the earth and although the diamond glistens, you’re repulsed by the insects scurrying around under it. Like the insects,...

THE STORY-GATHERER’S CAIQUE VOYAGE – By Alexandros Plasatis

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THE STORY-GATHERER’S CAIQUE VOYAGEBy Alexandros Plasatis  The Egyptian fisherman with the sliced-off arm finished telling his story to Angie and they looked out to the sea for a little while. She washed his beer glass,...

HOUSEPLANT FUNERALS – By Robert Keast

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HOUSEPLANT FUNERALSBy Robert Keast “Would bagpipes be possible?” Mrs. Stewart asked.“Of course.”“You could arrange that?”“Certainly,” I said.And I can. Honoring such requests is what I am called to do.“Could it be someone who knows ‘Amazing...

THROUGH MY BROTHER’S EYES – By Mike Tupa

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THROUGH MY BROTHER’S EYESBy Michael Jerry Tupa "C'mon, man.""Ferget it, dude. Like, I ain't in the mood for trompin' around Mt. Piedi tonight and eatin' cold grits. I got me a ding-dong date tonight with...

PALMIRO – By Jose Recio

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PALMIROBy Jose L. Recio “I’m tired of your laziness!” Silvia leaves the apartment and slams the door behind her. Palmiro, feeling harassed, jumps out of bed and walks into the bathroom; he hates that she...