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CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘THE WIDOW AND HER DAUGHTER’ BY EWA MAZIERSKA

CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘THE WIDOW AND HER DAUGHTER’ BY EWA MAZIERSKA

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 7, 2019

  The Widow and Her Daughter Ewa Mazierska   Of all the houses on our street, the last but one was the most mysterious to me. Or, to be precise, it was simply unknown. There was no mystery, because there was no curiosity on my part to learn what was going on...
CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘THE WIDOW AND HER DAUGHTER’ BY EWA MAZIERSKA

CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘A MATTER OF TRADITION’ BY LARRY LEFKOWITZ

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 6, 2019

      A Matter of Tradition Larry Lefkowitz   I had often heard it remarked that there was something unusual about the Bevin-Atleys, but when I asked precisely what, the speaker, at a loss to define it, would simply wave a hand in the air in a...
CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘THE WIDOW AND HER DAUGHTER’ BY EWA MAZIERSKA

CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘TRUTH MAY RISE IN THE CREAMY FROTH OF THE NEXT BEER’ BY SALLY RYHANEN

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 4, 2019

  Truth May Rise in the Classified Creamy Froth of the Next Beer Sally Ryhanen   If there is a patron saint for the evil of heart, she must be Irish. There was my target, dangling upside down from a rustic lighthouse, begging to be rescued. Smack in front of...
CLASSIFIED POETRY: ‘THE SECOND QUESTION’ BY MIKE TOOK

CLASSIFIED POETRY: ‘THE SECOND QUESTION’ BY MIKE TOOK

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 4, 2019

  The Second Question  Mike Took   I’m a non-British resident, transgender working pensioner I’m a means-tested, mixed race, unpaid contracted support-worker I’m a non-white, gender fluid, single parent lesbian I’m a child of Muslim parents, asexual,...
CLASSIFIED NON-FICTION: ‘A CASUAL SUNDAY TOURIST’ BY LAZARUS TRUBMAN

CLASSIFIED NON-FICTION: ‘A CASUAL SUNDAY TOURIST’ BY LAZARUS TRUBMAN

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 4, 2019

  A Casual Sunday Tourist Lazarus Trubman   As I get older, people and events disappear from my memory, but some, thank goodness, stay there forever. Like the story of a murder I never committed.   It was in 1980, a Sunday at the end of February or in...
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