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BRANCHES OF THE SERVICE
Fiction Fortunato Salazar Fiction Fortunato Salazar

BRANCHES OF THE SERVICE

The attaché looked out the window and knew that something was wrong about the wing. He absolutely knew. But he couldn’t say what he knew other than he knew and that he couldn’t say what he knew.

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CYPRUS
Fiction Anca Fodor Fiction Anca Fodor

CYPRUS

Cyprus was my Amazonas. Humidity uprooted all kinds of fragrances from the scorched earth and hung them in the air like clothes on the line. Humidity, then aridity. It messed up the senses. It raised the sex drive in beings and non-beings alike.

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THE LAST THURSDAY OF THE CENTURY
Fiction Parastoo Geranmayeh Fiction Parastoo Geranmayeh

THE LAST THURSDAY OF THE CENTURY

As winter nears its end, the sky acts like a lunatic, its behavior mirroring the chaos of Iranian lives preparing for Nowruz. When you think that spring has arrived, snow appears outside the window, causing confusion between Nowruz and Christmas. One can only hope that an evening thunderstorm doesn’t kill the newly planted violets. Perhaps the sky is reflecting on the past year; Saturday thinking about summer, Wednesday evoking the memories of autumn. Maybe it’s showing its sense of humor in preparation for the upcoming Nowruz. Either way, the old adage rings true: “The sky goes crazy before Nowruz,” making it difficult to predict what the afternoon will bring based on the morning.

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STRAYS
Fiction Gregory Brown Fiction Gregory Brown

STRAYS

There was something in the way the kid worked, as if pushing around stacks of pressure-treated two by sixes in the heat wasn’t actually hard, as if the wood weighed nothing at all, as if gravity chose not to assail him while it pressed down on everyone else.  The kid had shown up on island two weeks ago, at the start of August, and ever since, Thad had been watching the boy.

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