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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 »
Litany
July 24, 2008 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Apocalypse, Beauty, Danger, Fear, Love, Memory | by davidbdale | 7 comments
While I still remember, the color of the snow before me while behind me on the high ridge, fire sings through the dry timber at dawn, driving us down to the river. 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 »
Fat with Promise
January 30, 2008 in 299 Words, Baby, Birth, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Marriage, Nuclear Family, Pregnancy, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Beauty, Child, Hope, Love, Lovers, Marriage, Monologue, Parent, Pregnant, Weep, Yearning | by davidbdale | 7 comments
I cried on the elevator, then over lunch and later at my desk. It’s funny now. They call me Weeping Will. Weeping Will stands looking at people who know him and though nothing they do is different today Read the rest of this entry »
Beautiful Checks
January 4, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Business, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Money, novels, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Anarchy, Beauty, Business, Humor, Money, Satire | by davidbdale | 12 comments
I work hard on my checks to the phone company, the utilities, the landlord and those irresponsibly naïve organizations that have entrusted me with credit. God bless their mortal souls. My checks are late and never for the recommended amount but they are works of art. Read the rest of this entry »
Politics of Beauty
April 11, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Beauty, Girl, Love, Nonentity, Politics, Romance, Sex | by davidbdale | 17 comments
Either she was magnificent and the world makes sense in a deeply unfair but ordinary sort of way, or her looks, which strike everyone who sees her as a force of nature, are the reasonable norm and the rest of the world falls short. 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 »
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