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Category: Fiction
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The Long, Cold Winter: Where Are We?
Today we introduce a new contributor to WinCity Voices, Todd Garringer. Todd is a writer of both poetry and prose; we will be featuring more of his work in the near future. His introductory piece is this stark, chilling story of grit and determination in a desolate setting. We will be publishing the story in…
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Uncle Jim and the government agent
It was always a marvel to me how Uncle Jim could find time to just sit and talk whenever I visited, considering how most farmers of his era were constantly besieged with the everyday chores of farming. Nevertheless, I found myself enjoying a Nehi grape soda on his front porch that hot July day when…
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Spectral Evidence
Thomas Hopkins sat at the dinner table with his wife, Anna, exhausted. It had been another tumultuous morning with Thomas’s mother, Sarah. Tensions had been high ever since he and Anna had wed. Sarah disapproved, and the women’s personalities made it impossible to compromise. Thomas moved in with his mother after the death of his…
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Uncle Jim and the lost driver
Uncle Jim and I were sitting on his fence one sultry summer day, late in the morning. The day had already started to heat up dramatically and the humidity was stifling. His fence was a white-washed, four-plank type that ran along the front of his property just outside the roadway property line. As was usual,…
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The ’Frigerator Caper
Eugene and Dwight were driving along Pine Fork Creek Road. The road and creek were one and the same most of the time. They were looking for a place where the creek was shallow enough that they could park in the creek and wash their 1936 Chevrolet coupe. They found a good spot, parked, and…
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The Aunt That Was a ‘Haint’ — But She Ain’t
Ralph Anderson was driving his 1939 green Oldsmobile sedan cautiously through the mountains of eastern Kentucky. He was born and raised in Wisconsin and was not accustomed to these curvy mountain roads. He was a steel worker with a good job awaiting him at the shipyards in Newport News Virginia. It was 1942 and World…
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Uncle Jim and the tooting bull
Uncle Jim was a character. Born and raised on a farm, farming was in his blood. He also had a finely tuned sense of right and wrong. I visited him often, enjoying the summer sunshine of the farm as we sat on his front porch sipping RC Colas — occasionally accompanied by a Moon Pie…
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Khufu’s Folly — Or How I Learned to Live With Interment
Imhotep approached the royal pavilion, having been summoned by his most illustrious pharaoh, Khufu. A worried wrinkle adorned his brow since one could never be sure why a summons had been issued, and the end result of many of them had led to beheadings or premature burial. “Imhotep, how good to see you. Please come…
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How to not see the rarest bird in the world
There was a bird sanctuary of several acres adjoining my property where I lived in Connecticut. One day I heard a cacophony of excited female voices coming from the sanctuary. I put on a light jacket and ventured down to see what was going on. I heard, “Louise, “I think I just didn’t see it.”…
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Beyond Justice
Kelley stood over the body. The throat was slit, forming a bloody smile under the chin. A pool of blood formed around the head. She watched as it trickled across the floor in a stream, reminiscent of a desperate arm reaching for aid. Out of the corner of her eye, she felt the presence of…