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		<title>Fiction: Waiting On The Riverbank by Susan Dale</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Framed in sunset the father seemed an Asian portrait.  Behind him, sundown colors illuminated his face.  In front of him, the dark river was gilded gold from the brightness of the sun. Tonight, the father sat atop a pile of sandbags, and tipped a coconut half to drink from it watery milk.  He put the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=20247&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fiction: Let Your Fingers Do The Walking by Stephani Maari Booker</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Why you being so quiet?” “To tell you the truth, I’m laying up here with one hand holding the phone and the other down my panties. I am so horny right now. I hope you don’t mind.” “Naw, that’s all right. It’s not like I haven’t been thinking about you that way while we’re supposed [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=20008&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fiction: Code For Sex by Jen X</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 00:39:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sebastian was used to getting what he wanted, but he went about it in such a way that it made you feel good to give it to him. We first met at a football game. I had gone at the invitation of a male coworker, hoping that football game was code for sex. My coworker, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=19562&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fiction: Spit Or Swallow by Jennifer Donnell</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I spit in the sink, hoping I missed the unwashed dishes- it just doesn’t seem sanitary.  You pull up your pants, about to hightail it out of my apartment. I can tell you’re great at leaving, you have an ease in your step as you prepare to go. “It was good,” you compliment, casually. You [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=19015&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fiction: Fire Flies by Alex Gordon</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I have flies.  Behind my curtains they buzz and bump against the window towards sheets of bright concrete, clumsy and blind convections like entropy.  The hour-long genocides prove futile, as every morning finds them reemerging with fresh numbers.  Not vigorously though, they’re lethargic and accepting of swat.  I’ll kill thirty in a single sitting.  Then the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=18772&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Mayday Malone Principle by Matthew Vento</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[One may ask what the &#8220;Mayday Malone Principle&#8221; is? Sam Malone was a bartender on the NBC hit series Cheers back in the 80s and early 90s. &#8220;Mayday&#8221; was the nickname given to him in his so-called Major League Baseball playing days. &#8220;Mayday&#8221; was a smooth ladies man who never seemed to be short on dates. Beautiful [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=18275&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fiction: The Trade-In by Stephani Maari Booker</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Madeleine was at work checking her private emails at yahoo.com when she saw a new one from her wife Freya — the subject head: “Time to trade in Ms. Purple for a new model.”  “What the&#8230;” Madeleine said to herself. She clicked on the subject line to open the email:  Sexy Earth Day: Environmentally Friendly [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=18225&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fiction: A Tale Of Two Titties by Eamonn Murphy</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jack paced the kitchen nervously. He had prepared the avocado and the chicken was diced and ready to stir fry. A bottle of surprisingly good white was cooling off in the fridge. Bella the faithful old golden retriever was snoring by the fridge where she had parked herself, in the way as usual. The driveway [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=18133&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fiction: Beautiful Burning by Sharon Siegel</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I stood there on the edge of my reverie, watching the flames of hell soaring to the heavens. Smoke and smog let out cries of help into the gray black clouds inescapably formed. It burned to the ground with the sound of a beautiful symphony of destruction. Ash and soot of black, a most majestic midnight [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pittsburghflashfictiongazette.com&amp;blog=4918046&amp;post=17635&amp;subd=pittsburghflashfictiongazette&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Flash Fiction: In The Depths Of The Pond by Greg Kuehn</title>
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