Fiction

The Team

By Domonic Fannuci Twilight. “Are we all set?” “Just saw Billy. We ‘re just waiting for Peter. Said he’d be here any minute.” “That motherfucker is never on time. We should just leave without him.” “Or leave him out. .. The end of a cigarette winked in the dusk. Feet…

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I’m Ready for My Close Up, Mr. De Ville 

by Sarah Brownstein Rose stood at the corner of Old Court and Stevenson in front of the red brick synagogue.  The December wind blew her long red dress up and out. The straps of her silver heels were  cutting into her blistering feet. She looked down at her sterling silver…

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Blueberry Summer

By Emily Neves We. We are. We are on. We are on a boat. The boat rocks but is docked on dry land. The land in question is our closest neighbor’s yard, but we cannot see our house. The farther away from the boat, the more watery the scenery becomes.…

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