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An Hour with the Ogre
December 5, 2009 in 299 Words, Child, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Marriage, Parent, Relationships, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Child, Drugs, Fear, Marriage, Mercy, Paranoia, Regret, Rehab, Separation, Son | by davidbdale | 4 comments
We sit at a table in The Glade—a room named for the sappy paintings of pastoral scenes on its walls. Their grasses and trees are carefully balanced and in them nothing lurks or lives. Read the rest of this entry »
Salt Toast
September 26, 2009 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Marriage, novels, Parent, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Daughter, Family, Father, Love, Marriage | by davidbdale | 12 comments
In photos of my daughter’s wedding, I look thinner than I was and not at all as if I wanted to strangle the groom. There stands Sheila, radiant as always against a bank of pallbearer suits. Read the rest of this entry »
Separate Trains
September 6, 2009 in 299 Words, Destiny, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Love, Marriage, Separation, Short stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Appearance, Destiny, Loss, Love, Marriage, Panic, Separation | by davidbdale | 9 comments
They looked married. In what they took for granted, the other riders saw they had been together forever. He read the map of the system posted by the door, tilting his head to follow the lines, and kept his balance with a hand on the pole. Read the rest of this entry »
The Yellow Pages
June 19, 2009 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Marriage, Nuclear Family, Relationships, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Family, Parent, Regret, Separation | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Had they been a less practical couple, my parents might have had children by accident. Instead, one night, before I was born, at the wobbly table in the breakfast nook, Dad drew a line down a page of yellow paper Read the rest of this entry »
Terrorist’s Wife
June 13, 2009 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Love, Marriage, Stories, Terrorism, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Beauty, Bed, Innocence, Love, Marriage, Murder, Politics, Terror | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Something so good and pure at the core of a man like my husband hardens to a bullet in the forge of an inhuman world. He might laugh at me for saying so. 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 | 26 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 | 4 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 »
The Second Best Man
May 26, 2008 in 299 Words, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Love, Marriage, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Admiration, Beauty, Disappointment, Love, Marriage, Yearning | by davidbdale | 7 comments
She’s a glorious bride. I don’t know how this day compares with her dream of the perfect wedding, if she had one, but her face is bliss. I’ve watched her since morning preside over the event like the owner of the day. I saw her take the news about the fallen cake without a twitch. Read the rest of this entry »
Feeling the Feeling I Felt
April 7, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Books, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Humor, language, Literature, Love, Marriage, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Beauty, Bed, Hope, language, Love, Marriage, Poetry, Sex, Touch, translation | by davidbdale | 7 comments
The next day, I understood French. Standing by the curb in my bathrobe and slippers on a frosty morning, looking for the paper in the shrubs, I saw the sparkling blades of grass and heard the crystals crunch beneath my feet in a suburb of a suburb of New York City—all right, Jersey— Read the rest of this entry »
20% More Synonymous
March 22, 2008 in 299 Words, Books, Business, Dictionary, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, language, Marriage, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Ambiguity, Deeds, Hope, language, Loss, Love, Lovers, Mystery, Phone, Separation, Threat | by davidbdale | 4 comments
When I’ve finished writing my dictionary, things will be different in this world among English-speaking people and between you and me. When we first learned them, words were something hefty we could thrump with our knuckles the way we test a melon. Read the rest of this entry »
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