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"Omael" by Helen Joyce Stein

On this particular day, she noticed a man waving at her in the water, a distance from shore.  She squinted.  She hoped he didn’t need help because she was not the one.  He waved again and smiled.  Drowning men don’t generally smile.  She waved, turned her back to him and laid down on her stomach.

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"The Zen of Anima" by C. Angelo Caci

I was only at Paolo’s restaurant the one time. I never returned. After all, I’m not a total glutton for punishment. I’m not referencing the cuisine either. Patience, dear reader, as you’ll soon see what I mean. I can remember to this day even, and with such astute clarity, the aura of red lust on green envy capriccio.

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"Gloria's Verdict" by Kate Huffman

She loves this game, bibliomancy. It’s supposed to be played with a Bible, but she plays it with classics. She checks the book – Losing Battles by Eudora Welty. She always gets good answers from this one. She even calls the book “Gloria” because the character Gloria features so heavily in its answer.

Will it be within the next six months? She flips the pages and shoves in her finger for the answer, but then, he’s there, standing in the doorway. His shoulders droop.


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Catherine Greenspan
"Paper Mache Man" by Steve Carr

“Hey, Malcolm,” Harry said. “I've got a bundle of old newspapers.” Harry placed the newspapers that were tied together with twine onto the counter.

“What do I owe you, Harry?” Malcolm said.

“Five bucks should do it,” Harry said. “I haven't asked before, but I'm curious. What do you do with all the old newspapers and magazines?”

Malcolm took a five dollar bill out of his wallet. “I make things,” he said.

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"Blue Crush" by Sheila Rosart

Blue guy sidles in close to me and initiates a message. I switch on Accept and Translate.

“You alright? No distress?” is what he sends. That was sweet, so I reply.

“Actually, lost an earring down my suit; it was new. Stupid.”

“Sorry. Can I help?”

Ok, that was creepy. “Unlikely, but thanks,” I send back.

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"Sticker Shock" by Leah Holbrook Sackett

On the first day in August, I wasn't looking for a table. I wasn't looking for anything. I was just window shopping at the resale shop while I waited for my friend, Lena to show up for Sunday brunch. It was her birthday, and she was turning 42. This was our girl's day out to celebrate. I was early, and she would be late, as usual. I kept watch out the window for her arrival. Then I saw the antique Chippendale style table done in the 18th century mode. Oh my God, it was gorgeous with cabriole legs executed in the Philadelphia Rococo School of design, which were carved with the Acanthus leaves motif coupled with the carved volutes and ruffles ending in the claw-and-ball feet. Plus a heavy and deep, reflective Mahogany table top set round with 8 chairs. It was outside my price range as well. The price tag read $11,787 including the chairs.

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Catherine Greenspan
"Emerald Eyes" by Leslie Muzingo

The last stretch of new train tracks had been laid in catty-corner fashion. Funny how the engineer who directed this strange design was never seen again once the last spike was driven and the champagne toast drunk. Perhaps he knew the chaos he'd caused and wanted to get away before his crime was discovered. Those passengers returning to the station had no problems as the tracks were split and only the tracks for outgoing trains were affected. But what an affect those catty-cornered train tracks had on those who dared to ride! You’d think you were on the train to Boston and arrive in Timbuktu, or to New York and find yourself lost in Shanghai. It was unbelievable. It was magical.

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"Better Off" by Sarah Gilligan

Tonight was the big debate--the election was just a week away--so Karen got the kids to bed a little early while I washed up the dishes. She came back down, turned on the TV and changed the channel before flopping onto the couch.

“Want a beer?” I called from the kitchen, looking into the fridge.

“No, Coke’s good.”

I opened her can and my bottle and brought in a bag of pretzels. While Carter and Reagan and the moderators were introduced, I got settled and put my feet up on the table. I nodded toward the screen as the first question was asked. “Let the carnival begin.”

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"Tripping on a Blue Hole in a Paper Heart" by Begoña Montesinos

Whispering, stunningly beautiful landscape wrapped around my heart as magic is revealed to me in a second. As a cure to my grieving soul, crawling while lost in a picturesque forest made of paper heart and loneliness. Could it be the perfect dream, everything we, as tiny beings, aspire to? Drizzle all over, bouncing, caressing heaven on ground, minimal consciousness embraced by the sweetest and fragile touch, maybe God-like paradise creating a blue symphony of what is to be loved, or is it just me and my journey to the never ending pure land of fertile leaves and trees?

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"The Woman Who Loved a Spy" by Leslie Muzingo

April was looking for a rosebush on the easterly section of the hiking trail to verify the note she’d received was genuine. She found none. If this were a safe place, I’d find a rose somewhere. At least a rose bush.

Stephen always told her to beware of false messages. It was one of the hazards of being in love with a spy. “You must understand the risks,” he’d say in that delightful Irish accent of his.

April sighed. She loved thinking about Stephen, the way he talked, walked, even the way he smelled! But now she had to find the rose or leave. That was the rule.

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"EGG" by Mary Finnegan

I know to just walk into the cabin in the overgrown forest; there is no lock, no security system. Lit by elongated spherical candles, the expansive room is filled with shadow and stark illumination and eggs.

The ghosts of my ancestors haunt me about what I am about to do. Well, somebody has to put Ma into a nursing home, for her own good. And it should be someone who loves her.

I feel stupid dressed in a suit and tie. Compared to her, I'm big and powerful. And really, I'm not.

Inside, I'm still the child who grew up here.

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"Berserk" by Bob Joncas

The day that Lisa Crenshaw walked into Bea’s Antique and Curio Shop, the last thing on her mind was murder. Lisa slowly walked through the store, perusing each item. Rounding a corner of cluttered shelves, an unusual cast iron muffin pan caught her eye. It sat on the back of a shelf surrounded by objects once used by nameless people—certainly long dead. 


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"Ambition" by Michael Colonnese

Marty McGrath, Leo Fisher's 10th grade English teacher, was clearly upset when the boy refused to read Julius Caesar aloud in Special Ed. Instead, Leo sat in the back of McGrath's classroom, surrounded by a pile of musty-smelling  philosophy texts and short-story collections, discards from the public library, while the only other three students able to read at all were expected to soldier on--with or without Leo's participation.

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"Journal Entry #1979 February 2nd, 2017 12:01 am" by Katrina Pascuzzo

Knowing I have to get up early, I tend to toss and turn all night.  As the clock strikes midnight, I am reminded that I will soon be taking my annual trek up to Gobbler’s Knob. The bright lights, the cold, the screaming crowds, all waiting to hear if there will be six more weeks of winter. I am no longer a “spring chicken,” but manage to get up, just a little slower than when I was younger.  I make my way down the hall to the lavatory, run the brush through my thick brown hair, and eat a light breakfast.

By 4 am, my friends are knocking on my door to pick me up for our yearly trek up to the Knob. 

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"Groundhog Days" by Conner Russell


February 2 was warm and sunny when the groundhog stuck his head out.

“I’m so alone,” Tommy said to the groundhog. The groundhog studied Tommy’s river of tears and receded back into his hole.


The clouds blocked out the sunrise.

“Mornings without sunrises are portentous,” Tommy used to tell me. I didn’t want to say that the day Isabelle left him began with the most magnificent sunrise I’d ever seen.

“I wish the groundhogs could see this,” Tommy said minutes before Isabelle called to say it was over.

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Catherine Greenspan
"Country Club Christmas" by Michelle Cox

I'm sitting on the bench by the hostess stand of the country club's restaurant, humming along to the song "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer" and thinking "Where are the Reindeer when you need them?"

Then Officer Joachim interrupts my tune. "I'm doing you a big favor," he says, snapping his notebook shut. "Procedure says someone should be leaving here in handcuffs. Merry Christmas."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," I lie, knowing he's extending me this professional courtesy because I work for the prosecutor's office.  In truth, I'd love to see my mother in handcuffs.

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"A Practiced Office Dance" by Tarsilla Moura

Jillian Montgomery climbed the steps to her office on the 4th floor. Her high heels sounded loud in the silent stairwell. It was 8:47 a.m. and already she tugged at her blazer restlessly. The day hadn’t even begun, and yet she felt drained. Boxed in. Usually avoiding the building’s invasively crowded elevators helped, but today not even taking the stairs worked.

She entered her office floor, head held high but eyes never resting on anyone for long. Making herself small and invisible, that had always been Jill’s formula to a good day when she was younger. But she quickly learned she couldn’t stay invisible forever. Before long, what had kept her sheltered from the world had suddenly made her easy pickings. A target.

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"Losing" by Monica S. Ramsey

It was all in good fun, the office weight loss challenge. Donate a buck per pound lost for the local food bank, all while feeling good inside and out. Health in the name of charity. Sherry had donated twenty-three dollars so far.

Marissa was stiff competition, though. Not only was she trailing Sherry by only two pounds, she was also studying for her personal trainer certification exam in just three weeks. Everyone was rooting for her, even Sherry, when coworkers were in earshot. A taste more bitter than bile settled on Sherry’s tongue when she thought about how the challenge, just like everything else, probably came easy to Marissa. How could it not, with her long legs and hourglass figure, even if it was padded with a roll of fat? Sherry was certain her own roll had been larger than Marissa’s and on a shorter body, so she’d surely put in more work.

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