Category: Fiction

DEATH DREAMS BY NORMAN KLEIN

Together, without saying a word, we scramble half-way down the hill, and take a path to our left that takes us straight to the wires. We can see the highway a couple hundred yards from us, but there’s no sign of Kreb, Pru, or the car.

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EYE TO EYE BY DAVID H. WEINBERGER

Dean felt he had failed to make a connection with Mehdi. Mehdi was still just a man with a mattress and Dean was weary with the thought that he could not cross the divide that defined the two of them.

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KINGDOM COME BY P.S. WRIGHT

“Mama?” Krystal squeaked. Out of the corner of her eye, Krystal caught a glimpse of a shower of orange sparks falling from above and mama’s cigarette landed on the dirt path.

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THE NICKNAMES BY ALEXANDER PEREZ

“Look what I found!” Alan called out. First thing that morning, Alan had burst through the door with supplies from Noreen’s. Zip and I were just waking up, rummaging under the kitchen counter for the steel coffee pot. Alan was...

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A LONG LOST FRIEND BY REBECCA GERMONPREZ

When Sylvia and the children reached the clinic yard, it took only a glance from her for them to drop down in the shade, at ease. Their clothing, all hand-me-down, was the norm. The land was tired and jobs were scarce, hardscrabble made harder by the Great Depression.

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LOVE AND ONLINE DATING BY ANITA LEKIC

Today I burst out laughing. Someone had “winked” at me, and when I clicked on his profile, I saw the picture of a fairly good-looking guy — the photo was in black and white — sitting in the back of a limo with flute glasses for champagne lined up next to him.

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BENEATH THE HEADLINES CLARKE W. OWENS

Guin was justifiably proud of this story. She knew the public would like it. And maybe, when Judge Richman came up for re-election, the people would think twice about voting for him. If they did, it would be because she, Guin, had shined a light on what went on in Mayfair County.

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BIRD SHOT BY GERALD KAMENS

“And George,” Curtis had called up to him earlier that night, from his seat in the first row, as George appeared from behind a wing, “Just remember, when you enter the stage with your nephew, to lean down on your cane the way we showed you.” No, they weren’t actually in the Ukraine, he knew. Instead, they were all sitting around the long dark wood table toward the left side (audience view) of a large stage in a Northern Virginia theater.

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CAROL BY JEFF WATERS

Miss Cribbs introduced Carol to the class and directed her to the open seat. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. The newest and prettiest girl in second grade was sitting only inches away from me.

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