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He whisper-sings the punch line. Toot toot, peanut butter.

MILK’S ABOUT TO SOUR BY AMY PURCELL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14

Little peanut sitting on the track/Her heart was all a-flutter/Along came a choo-choo down the track/He pauses, nudging me, and whisper-sings the punch line. “Toot toot, peanut butter.”


Annie glanced behind her, looking for Ben.

LIKE SUNSHINE BY ELAINE OLUND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14

It happened often, a reflex she couldn’t control any more than she could control sneezing in the spring. She looked behind her, forgetting for the tiniest fraction of a heartbeat that he wouldn’t be zigzagging after her like a butterfly in a flower garden.




TACOMA BY IAN DENNING 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14

I figure if I’m going to be broke, I’m going to be broke in  some place I like. So I came to Tacoma. I’ve tried hard, I just can’t get away from it. I stepped off the train in Seattle, first thing I see there was a big sign just like that one out there. You’ll like Tacoma.


34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14

WHEN THE RED KING AWAKES BY JOSEPH GUYER, MILK’S ABOUT TO SOUR BY AMY PURCELL, LIKE SUNSHINE BY ELAINE OLUND, NEVER CROSSED YOUR MIND BY ALANAH L MUIR, AIRPORT FICTION BY BOB SAWATZKI, WILD ROMANIA BY WILLIAM FALO, SNAKES IN THE CANE BY WILLIAM R STODDART, HAUNT ME BY RANDALL BROWN, TACOMA BY IAN DENNING, SOME THINGS SACRED BY JOHN JANDA, A CALL FOR DADDY BY KANISHA LAMPKIN, CORPORATE GOLDFISH BY DAVID BARNES, ON THE BEACH BY BOB SAWATZKI.

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