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Refugees in a Banana Republic
Literary

Refugees in a Banana Republic

Early dawn, when fog hung…

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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Never Will I Leave Home
Literary

Never Will I Leave Home

You have not seen our…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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This is a story about Reena, a young lady in her very early thirties, her 5 year old daughter Minnie and an old man who is a recent neighbour. Old Man: I had the same feeling when I retired after 42 years of service in a chemical industry as I had when I left the orphanage after graduating with a diploma in materials management.  While I was leaving, Father Pinto told me: ‘Son, the time has come for us to part. You have been an excellent ward and have grown into a mature, responsible and sensitive person. Good bye, son. Lead a good life. Don’t forget to help others the way God has helped you.’ I had walked into an unfamiliar world. It was an arid expanse of land. Three tall chimneys were emitting clouds of yellow smoke from an L-shaped building that was the main plant. It settled on…