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Graphic Novel
October 12, 2008 in 299 Words, Crime, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Humor, Justice, Literature, novels, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 7 comments
He had leveled eleven trees to unobstruct his view of the gulf, trees he had planted in a neat row every six paces along his waterfront at a time when the gulf was the last thing he wanted to see. Read the rest of this entry »
Welcome Signs
August 24, 2008 in 299 Words, Crime, Culture, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, How-To, Immigrant, Literature, Medicine, novels, Politics, Security, Short stories, Society, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 4 comments
The sign at the border with firm politeness welcomes me in my own language. I take it on faith it doesn’t play favorites but welcomes readers of other languages with equal grace, though why it thinks the Chinese will follow this road here I can’t imagine. Read the rest of this entry »
Message in a Bottle
August 22, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Crime, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Literature, Medicine, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 4 comments
Chapter Four. If you retrieved the first three bottles, you know the urgency of our confinement and how to help us. If anything, we are more desperate now as the authorities close in on the operation Read the rest of this entry »
Feed the Jar
August 15, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Childhood, Crime, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Literature, Money, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 1 comment
He didn’t sleep at night until he had fed the jar. He hustled pool and won: nobody figured a kid could shoot. Mondays he caught shifts at the deli unless the regular slicer came back sober from the casinos. He ran deliveries of whatever didn’t burn a hole in his hand until nothing felt hot. Read the rest of this entry »
I, Witness
June 4, 2008 in 299 Words, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Short stories, Society, Stories, Vengeance, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Complicity, Crime, Guilt, Innocence, Revenge, Violence | by davidbdale | 5 comments
If tomorrow they locked us all in jail, how many of us could testify our way out? I’ve been looking at mug shot books all morning and nobody in this whole jury of peers collection looks not guilty. I wonder, if they gave me the book of women, would I find innocence there? Read the rest of this entry »
Strays
March 29, 2008 in 299 Words, Adoption, Business, Crime, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Orphans, Politics, Short stories, Society, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Escape, Missing, Mystery, Runaway | by davidbdale | 3 comments
I saw him surfing traffic in the city and knew nobody was looking out for him. The boulevard at rush hour was impassible. Nobody who wasn’t being chased by a maniac with a chainsaw would have tried to cross it on foot, yet he was running with the cars, Read the rest of this entry »
The Purpose
March 16, 2008 in 299 Words, Confession, Crime, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Monologue, Prison, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Crime, Justice, Mercy, Monologue, Prison | by davidbdale | 5 comments
I turned thirty in here, I turned forty in here, now I’m fifty and there’s very little chance you’ll let me out, I know that. What purpose does this serve? At least I’m not at large in the world, I guess you’d say. You should only know what’s at large in the world. Read the rest of this entry »
Social Security
March 7, 2008 in 299 Words, Airport, Business, Crime, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Politics, Security, Short stories, Stories, Terrorism, Travel, Uncategorized, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Airport, Danger, Eye Contact, Security, Terror, Threat | by davidbdale | 5 comments
If I look you in the eye, it’s for what I need to know. You’ll learn nothing. All you need to know is this uniform and the benevolent authority it represents. The more you fidget and try to persuade me, the solider I stand in these black shoes. Read the rest of this entry »
Good Girls
February 11, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Crime, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Murder, Politics, Religion, Short stories, Suicide bomb, Terrorism, Uncategorized, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Girl, Murder, Politics, Terrorism, Vengeance, War | by davidbdale | 10 comments
We all know the good girls and the men they travel with. I saw them this morning at the pet market and didn’t think anything of it. They were receiving instruction, yes, that is often the case; it is an education for them to be among people. Read the rest of this entry »
Final Markdowns
February 7, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Crime, Entertainment, Fashion, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Money, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Class, Crime, Knife, Madness, Money, Revenge | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Of all my tools, although more often I use a single-edge razor, I’m partial to the paper punch. I love the neat little hole it leaves behind and the ripping thwick of the two round fitted edges cleaving the fabric. Read the rest of this entry »
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