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Night Doctors
July 5, 2010 in 299 Words, Childhood, Culture, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Medicine, Memory, novels, Politics, Race, Science, Short stories, Society, Stories, Survivor, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Doctors, Experiments, Hope | by davidbdale | 12 comments
Before it grew too big to lift, the hospital could have moved to a better neighborhood or invested in its neighbors. Instead it pushed out handymen and cleaning ladies and street hawkers like my uncles Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
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 »
Too Much Ice
June 22, 2008 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Abuse, Child, Drinking, Family, Neglect | by davidbdale | 8 comments
Sit here and wait and don’t move. I’m tired of telling you. Good, now stop squirming. Good, and stop whimpering. I need a moment’s peace. Are those your feet on the furniture? What do we say about that? Good, there’s hope for you. 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 »
The Box
May 1, 2008 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Confusion, Neglect, Psychosis | by davidbdale | 4 comments
I’m not ready to leave the box. The times I’ve tried were disasters. I thought I was the lucky one with a place of my own, raised as I was, hugged by walls, but my sisters had an easier time leaving home. I wonder now what living this way has prepared me for. 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 »
Movie Night
December 31, 2007 in 299 Words, Cinema, Disability, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Memory, novels, Nursing Home, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | Tags: Abuse, Age, Family, Fear, Hospital, Loss, Memory, Regret | by davidbdale | 3 comments
The room is dark and smells of disinfected pee with a hint of vanilla. Eleanor Barney must be here. Most of us have been wheeled into places and parked facing the screen but younger people with red ears are crowded onto folding chairs, noisy with outdoor talk, coats in their laps. Read the rest of this entry »
A Lifetime of Fridays
March 30, 2007 in 299 Words, Drug Abuse, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Drugs, Love | by davidbdale | 8 comments
To calculate my age since breaking my wrist requires weighting the days of the week on a sliding scale and doing a little algebra. All days but Fridays weigh one day each, though lately the off-days have grown heavier, Read the rest of this entry »
1. His Unhappiness
February 8, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Escape, Marriage, Violence | by davidbdale | 6 comments
When we were dating, I thought it would end when we got married. I thought I could solve the secret of his unhappiness. Then we got married and it didn’t end. When we had our baby and it didn’t end, I knew it would never end but I didn’t leave. Read the rest of this entry »
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