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Money Box
March 11, 2010 in 299 Words, Crime, Danger, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Memory, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: kidnap, ransom | by davidbdale | 9 comments
My dear wife, the gentlemen who detain me do not understand why you neglect to send what they ask for my release. Try to appreciate that when they saw us get out of your patron’s car at the embassy, they took us to be valuable. Read the rest of this entry »
Very Early Retirement
March 5, 2010 in 299 Words, Business, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Money, Relationships, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Blackmail, retirement, severance | by davidbdale | 4 comments
You’re right. Management is at fault, not your hard work. The board of directors should lose their jobs; hell, they should probably spend time in jail, but we both know that won’t happen. Read the rest of this entry »
The Rest of the Story
February 27, 2010 in 299 Words, Confession, Crime, Death, Drug Abuse, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Illness, Literature, novels, Prison, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: aphrodisiac | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Grammar and my own impatience landed me in jail. If I had only turned the page, I would have seen my healthy ex-fiancee smiling for the camera on the day of her promotion, very much alive in the finance section. Read the rest of this entry »
Going in Hope
December 12, 2009 in 299 Words, Crime, Danger, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Hero, Parent, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Child, Crime, Danger, Death, Fear, Parent, Police, Violence | by davidbdale | 4 comments
Where we live, the troopers are always on call, even if their kids are in the patrol car with them on their way to the shoe store. I’m twenty minutes out, is all Mom said to the dispatcher, but I could tell from the road we took she wouldn’t be dropping me off. Read the rest of this entry »
An Offering
October 12, 2009 in 299 Words, Child, Confession, Crime, Death, Dialogue, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Murder, novels, Parent, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Bible, Child, Crime, Dialogue, Murder, Parent, Play, Religion, Sacrifice, Son, Violence | by davidbdale | 7 comments
—Nevertheless you did kill him?
—I was present at his death.
—Present with a knife.
—Mine was not the only hand on that knife.
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Forgiveness
June 11, 2009 in 299 Words, Crime, Danger, Death, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Runaway, Survivor, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abduction, Child, Crime, Danger, Death, Loss, Mercy, Performance, Separation, Violence | by davidbdale | 4 comments
She was never my girl until you took her and now that I will never get her back, I have reclaimed her. Read the rest of this entry »
Life Plus a Day
March 29, 2009 in 299 Words, Business, Confession, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Justice, Life, Monologue, novels, Prison, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Crime, Guilt, Irony, Justice, Philosophy, Prison, Theft | by davidbdale | 13 comments
I stole a brick from my neighbor’s house. With ease he had me convicted of stealing the whole thing, all three stories and the land it gouged, and rightly. We understand there is no difference. Read the rest of this entry »
Too Like Truth
March 16, 2009 in 299 Words, Business, Confession, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Race, Short stories, Society, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Business, Crime, Guilt, Justice, Regret, Suspicion, Theft | by davidbdale | 14 comments
The kid who glared across my desk at me had stolen our petty cash. We’d trusted him with a job and with proximity and access or acted as if we had. Read the rest of this entry »
Reasonable Suspicion
January 3, 2009 in 299 Words, Childhood, Crime, Dialogue, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Justice, Short stories, Society, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse | by davidbdale | 4 comments
Doorbell. Door opens.
—There’s been a report of abuse at this address.
—Somebody’s already reported that you’re about to get hurt?
—There’s no need to threaten me.
—Good.
Door closes. Read the rest of this entry »
Executioner’s Apprentice
December 17, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Confession, Crime, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Justice, Occupation, Prison, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 8 comments
I never talk about my job but, since you asked, I’d like some extra copies of the paper for my church. So. By the time I arrive, the prisoner is strapped to this crucifixion table here, Read the rest of this entry »
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