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Overpromised Heart
April 20, 2008 in 299 Words, Baby, Childhood, Entertainment, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Love, novels, Nuclear Family, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Baby, Daughter, Destiny, Embrace, Fear, Mother, Parent, Regret, Separation, Wife | by davidbdale | 5 comments
I promised my daughter my heart, forgetting it wasn’t mine. You were there, fat with her, already weary of the burden and beautiful, intolerably beautiful. You made demands: a hairbrush, a mirror, not that hairbrush, ice yes but not ice chips, a delivery date— 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 »
Something Like Mercy
February 14, 2008 in 299 Words, Death, Eternity, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Funeral, Humor, language, Literature, Memory, Poetry, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Death, Epiphany, Eulogy, Funeral, Grave, Hope, Mercy, Monologue | by davidbdale | 7 comments
The box is richly padded and, for one who won’t be stirring, roomy. I should have lived as comfortably, in darkness as conducive to long remembering. This is no way to begin. I am paper and bone in a box under earth as blunt as a clod. My words should be simple as sand. Read the rest of this entry »
Shapes in the Blue
February 5, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Memory, Monologue, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Age, Fear, Hospital, Loss, Love, Lovers, Marriage, Memory | by davidbdale | 6 comments
We were twelve and stupid, American kids living in America, lying on our backs at recess. You like that? We lay on our backs side by side in the sun, in the grass, full of youth, looking for shapes in the clouds. Read the rest of this entry »
Love Bites
January 2, 2008 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Love, novels, Poetry, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Danger, Humor, Infection, Love, Lovers, Poetry, Romance, Writing | by davidbdale | 8 comments
Boy meets girl, girl bites boy, boy sees doctor. This is fact. We can verify this. Boy is intrigued but girl moves away before satisfying his curiosity. With its motives and suggestions, this is narrative. Read the rest of this entry »
A Christmas Sort of Story
December 24, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Christmas, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Holiday, Love, Parent | by davidbdale | 19 comments
You are not an accident, little one. You were in my care even before you were born. You have a place inside me still and always will. I have big plans for you, little one, plans as grand as galaxies and as unfathomable, but they mean nothing. Read the rest of this entry »
One of Shirley’s Stories
June 11, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, writers, Writing | Tags: Daughter, Death, Destiny, Family, Loss, Mother | by davidbdale | 8 comments
What happened to Shirley? Her brother was shot and she lived her life feeling shrapneled. I wish I could tell you her story. I’ll tell you what I know. Read the rest of this entry »
Monkey at the Piano
May 17, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Joy, Memory, Music, Parade | by davidbdale | 11 comments
How I love the world in all its ripe green beauty and all the people on its skin who cheer me with their thoughtless kindness! The sun pours down like pancake syrup. The grass comes up like grass in a dream. Read the rest of this entry »
Funny Pink Animals
March 24, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Animal, Beast, Beauty, Comedy, Cry, Eye Contact, Fantasy, Human, Laugh, Love, Mercy, Romance, Satire, Sex | by davidbdale | 8 comments
Let’s all have a laugh at humanity, while we still have a sense of humor about us. It’s getting dark out there, my friends, where we make what we call our livings, but here in the room, where our private movies are staged and we are stars, Read the rest of this entry »
Little Red Stickers
March 1, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Age, Father, Grief, Self, Sly | by davidbdale | 12 comments
Fifty-five years of job reversals and mortgage payments all come down to this: a slow trickle of bargain hunters with their Penny-Savers, picking through a houseful of used furniture priced to move, each piece tagged with a little red sticker like a drop of blood with numbers penciled in, Read the rest of this entry »
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