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39.2 SNEAK PEEK: IN THE SKIN by KATIE M. FLYNN

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Katie M. Flynn’s stories have appeared in CarveHobartJoyland Magazine, MonkeybicycleSuperstition Review, and elsewhere. She was the winner of Colorado Review’s 2017 Nelligan Prize for Short Fiction. “In the Skin” is the first chapter of her recently completed novel about the complex shapes love takes when the dead linger in machine form. She lives in San Francisco and can be found on Twitter: @other_katie.

 

 

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39.2 SNEAK PEEK: WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? by BECKY ADNOT-HAYNES

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Becky Adnot-Haynes received her PhD from the University of Cincinnati, where she was associate editor of The Cincinnati Review. Her short story collection, The Year of Perfect Happiness, won the Katherine Anne Porter Prize and was published in 2014 by University of North Texas Press. She lives with her husband and son in Cincinnati, where she works as a copy editor.

 

 

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Fiction Feature: When My Father Was in Prison by Hadley Moore

When My Father Was in Prison

 

We had this bird called Smokey that my brother taught to say Nevermore,  but he (Smokey) couldn’t ever really do it since he was the wrong kind of bird. Not a talker, my mother said.

There was a girl across the street whose father was a government functionary. My brother made me repeat the words to get the sounds right and when I asked what that was, he said it was almost the same thing as being in prison, except her father slept at home.

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Fiction Feature: “The Stray Curse” by Karen Heuler

This is the kind of thing that happens all the time, though not to everyone and not everywhere.

Gina had long brown hair and brown eyes and smooth skin and a mother she didn’t see every day; she was grown and had her own world and that was the way it should be; Gina’s mother had left her mother, who had left her mother, a long string of mothers being left and knowing they had done it in turn, and turn again.

But all of a sudden Gina felt a strange tug at her back. It began with an itch, then a bruise, then a feeling like there was a hook in her spine. She turned around to see what it was, and as soon as she turned the pain went away. But when she shrugged and turned again, it came back fierce and strong. She couldn’t move forward; it hurt her back; she turned around and took a step then a hurried step. She was sure it was her mother pulling her home.

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Online Feature: “Leaving Pyongyang” by Bora Lee Reed

This is what I remember:

 

A man was at the river, ferrying people across.

“Pali wah! Pali! Hurry!”

The line of people snaked alongside the bank, matching itself against the curve of the river. Those near the front jostled for the best spot. Those behind hunched over against the cold, bundles and bags hanging off of them like ungainly appendages. Ropes of black smoke rose up from Pyongyang’s low-slung skyline and billowed across the winter sky, obscuring the foothills.

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