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Full of Crow comes Full Circle

"Two Birds" copyright 2009 Kristin Fouquet



Many moons ago, I had a story, "A Reason to Believe," in the first issue at Full Of Crow. Five years later, it's come to my attention it will be folding. Sad news, but Kevin Tosca has a story, "Sobriety Test," in the last issue. It's an interesting study in the exploration of a May-December relationship encounter. I couldn't find my story in the archives, but you can read his. Full of Crow has come full circle.

http://www.fullofcrow.com/fiction/archivedstories/sobriety-test/

From Kevin via his Facebook page:

This is for Paul Corman-Roberts. This is for his choosing my story, but more importantly this is for all the stories and for all the hard work he's done for Full of Crow Fiction over the last five years.

This is their last issue, and I'm proud to be a part of it.

Test your sobriety here:http://www.fullofcrow.com/fiction/archivedstories/sobriety-test/

Photograph by Kristin Fouquet

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