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Galaxies Apart: Fiction by Thomas J. Misuraca

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Heather’s car barreled through the streets of Lexington faster than a Minute Man getting his shit together. We were working on our second Big One from Dunkin’ Donuts. Caffeine pumped through our veins like gas through the car cylinders. “David did the cutest thing yesterday,” Heather’s face beamed as she thought of her new boyfriend….

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The End: Fiction by Michael Priv

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“Life is a circle, you know, the end is the beginning. Did you know that?” The stranger lifted his grimy Giants baseball cap to scratch the sweaty bald spot.    Giants’ fans are all crazy. And no, I didn’t know that life was a circle. How did this guy know? And who’d know these things…

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At the Beach: Fiction by Linda Shapiro

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Mr. Jaffe is sixty years old.  His white hair and grey mustache give him a look that some call distinguished. His body is toned from years of tennis and jogging. He and Mrs. Jaffe are vacationing at the luxurious island house, Once Upon a Tide in Sint Maarten.    They are welcomed by the staff,…

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Carrion: Fiction by Will Fricker

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A drive thru taco sign floods an empty parking lot in a pool of astral moon. A jittery spectral presence after Motel 6 fever dreams, in crumpled chinos, you’ve worn that Black Flag T-shirt for two weeks straight. A Gatorade and a cigarette, furtively you watch headlights on the highway, horizon quivering geometric orbs of…

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A promise for tomorrow: Fiction by Robert Joe Stout

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“I was day dreaming, I wasn’t asleep.” Irais insisted. Antonio laughed, short bursts like hiccups. “Sí, pues. Eyes closed. Snoring—” “I don’t snore!” “I know bet—” A flash of light and triple explosions. Irais turned so quickly she lost her footing and grabbed Antonio’s jacket to keep from falling off the low wall. He pulled…

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Love Beets Flowers: Fiction by William Cass

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Very rare: blue moon, bright Mars.  Both rose just after sunset that late May evening.  I stayed out in the backyard gazing up into the night sky until they were nearly straight overhead.  So vivid, they appeared to tremble.  Astronomers called their alignment “in opposition”.  That seemed apropos; my ex-wife had moved out earlier that…

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Books and Secrets: Fiction by Adreyo Sen

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              The witch lived in one of the houses facing the field where we played and every now and then, she would emerge in a faded kameez that reached her ankles, a book under her arm, puffing furiously at a cigarette. We were warned not to talk to the witch, who was, our parents…

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