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Machete Smile
March 28, 2010 in 299 Words, Business, Culture, Danger, Destiny, Fable, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Mystery, Short stories, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: machete island vacation | by davidbdale | 8 comments
I picked it up on a minor island, the one with the grimy harborfront, I think, and the spine of useless mountains like a broken back along its northern coast as if it had been stepped on. 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 »
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 »
A Choir of Tubas
August 10, 2008 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Humor, Literature, novels, Short stories, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 8 comments
Travelers are forever being told the whens and wheres of the city: when the church was reconstructed, where the Romans took their baths, how the rains affect the rosemary crop, but all they really want to know is why the sad man shuffles on his knees from one end of town to the other, Read the rest of this entry »
Writing Prescriptions
August 5, 2008 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Literature, Medicine, novels, Short stories, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 8 comments
Her guide did not lead the new doctor all the way to the village; instead, halfway up the rise, he gestured with his stick toward the cluster of huts in the high distance. Four days they had traveled together without talking, by oxcart, by flatboat, on horseback, on foot, and now she had a need to share her misgivings about the job. Read the rest of this entry »
Space Junk
August 3, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Entertainment, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Literature, novels, Occupation, Sci-Fi, Science, Science Fiction, Short stories, Space, Stories, Technology, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 7 comments
I do so much more than gather data. My predecessor, the AIM12, was essentially a gather-and-analyze drone, but even she had vested interests, if I may say—and because of my protocol, I may—before they unloaded her higher functions and transferred her to payroll. Read the rest of this entry »
The Boat Ride
August 2, 2008 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 4 comments
They came at night and brought me and my son down to the boat. I told him to bring his doll, but he thought we would be coming back. He didn’t want the men to see him carry a doll he called Mommy. The men were not patient. Read the rest of this entry »
Mechanical Difficulty
May 5, 2008 in 299 Words, Airport, Business, Destiny, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Occupation, Short stories, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Dialog, Fear, Philosophy, Psychosis, Suicide, Terror | by davidbdale | 9 comments
—Kathy, please prepare the cabin for takeoff.
—You already said that, sir. Sir? Brian?
—Is the cabin prepared?
—We’re airborne, sir.
—I’d like to hear that from Troy, please.
—We’re airborne, sir.
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Have You Seen This Child?
March 31, 2008 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Runaway, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Escape, Grief, Loss, Love, Mother, Mystery, Regret, Separation | by davidbdale | 14 comments
When the night voices tremble in your heart, so do you hear where each of us is, except for me, except for the one who doesn’t call. Your bed is damp with not knowing. Left to the black glass and right to your husband, you shake your head No all night. 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 »
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