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issue 30 > fiction

  • The Man With Ten Hats

    by L.S. Bassen
    On the last day of August, 2004, Marwa al-Hal was arrested during a demonstration outside the GOP Presidential Convention in New York City. She was about to begin her junior year as a Presidential Scholar at Fordham, and she was arrested with another Presidential Scholar, a senior, her boyfriend James Beekmans.

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  • The Children Without Fathers

    by Michael Beeman
    The children without fathers lived in the abandoned buildings of northern New Hampshire, squatting in stores remembered from better times: what used to be an ice cream parlor, used to be the town’s video store, used to be a Chinese restaurant until the owners lost all their money and left their shops and restaurants without looking back.

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  • When the Dead Refuse to Die

    by Paulo da Costa
    As he walked through the olive grove on an auburn summer evening, Florindo Ramos foresaw his death and, in a shiver that resembled a harvest-shaken olive tree shedding its last fruit, lost his ability to speak.

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  • Moonlight Fishing

    by Shane Mac Donnchaidh
    Phanu rubbed the silky material stuffed in his pocket between his forefinger and fat thumb. It comforted him a little. A private oasis of calm at the smog-choked intersection where he made his living. He tugged on the material until it peeped over the double-stitched seam of his pocket and he sneaked a glance at its shiny pinkness.

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  • Psalm 37

    by Wadzanai Mhute
    What makes you think that you, a market trader, will catch that man’s eye? Ehh? Single you out for special treatment. Haiwa get on the bus like the rest of us and let’s get moving

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  • That’s just the way it is.

    by Osakwe Nwamaka
    Anne huddled her six siblings to the front of the house. The sun heated the sand beneath their calloused feet. They shelled dried palm kernel. The nut would be their lunch. And the shells would be used to start a fire for the evening meal.

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  • The Herd

    by Bart Schaneman
    They drove east out of town away from the sun. In the mirrors they could see its final pale pink glow coating the clouds. Then it was just gray. A radio announcer gave the markets muffled, nearly inaudible to the sound of the tires on the highway.

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