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Inaugural Address
February 8, 2009 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Occupation, Politics, Society, Very Short Novels | Tags: Danger, Politics, Speech, Threat, War | by davidbdale | 13 comments
Our country is a mess, my friends, and no president can do much about it. The economy is what you believe. You wanted change? Start believing. Read the rest of this entry »
Boy on the Roof
January 17, 2009 in 299 Words, Childhood, Danger, Divorce, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Marriage, Panic, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Danger, Death, Family, Fear, Jealousy, Love, Parent, Performance, Suicide, Threat | by davidbdale | 27 comments
On the roof of our apartment building my son waited for his father to arrive so he could jump. Meanwhile I, the attending parent, persuaded the police chief not to upset, by storming the roof, what balance our child still clung to Read the rest of this entry »
Love is Like
January 10, 2009 in 299 Words, Arson, Destiny, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Love, Marriage, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Arson, Farce, Fire, House, Satire, Suburbs | by davidbdale | 5 comments
The light I saw flickering in my wife’s eyes as we sat at the little table we use for dinners that don’t involve watching reruns and the radiant golds that shimmered behind her, framing the face I love best after my own, Read the rest of this entry »
Perfect Season
January 8, 2009 in 299 Words, Childhood, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Philosophy, Short stories, Sports, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Daughter | by davidbdale | 8 comments
Some teams just don’t have it; they suffer their greatest loss before the season begins. Others never win a game but end the season undefeated. My daughter plays for such a team. 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 »
Déjà Vécu
January 1, 2009 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Holiday, Memory, Mind, Monologue, Panic, Science, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Every shelf is stacked with books I’ve read and reread, or so it seems. This depleted room, these spine-cracked volumes rubbed of their wishes, cannot detain me long. Read the rest of this entry »
Blood Feud
December 27, 2008 in 299 Words, Baby, Culture, Destiny, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Justice, Murder, Prison, Short stories, Uncategorized, Vengeance, Very Short Novels | by davidbdale | 6 comments
I will never be friends with Besmir Hoxha, but he didn’t let the baby die, so I cannot expect my children to hate his children. 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 »
Squeegee Man
November 20, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Money, Occupation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | by davidbdale | 8 comments
He slops his filthy water across my sparkling windshield and across my gleaming hood and over my shining fenders three mornings a week when I pause at his intersection, caught by the light. Read the rest of this entry »
Two Giraffes
November 3, 2008 in 299 Words, Church, Disability, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, How-To, language, Literature, Love, Memory, Music, novels, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 8 comments
He’s never done me any good, as far as I can tell, nor any harm. I hope He’s as ambivalent about me. We’re at Halloween mass and the children have come as animals from the ark. Read the rest of this entry »
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