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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 »
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 »
Impress Only Me
September 12, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Bed, Husband, Love, Terrorist, Touch, Violence, War, Wife | by davidbdale | 9 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. He doesn’t need me to sing his praise. Those who don’t know him will never admit his humility. Read the rest of this entry »
Not Quite Kiss
October 24, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Bed, Gaze, Kiss, Laugh, Moment, Philosophy, Rapture, Transcend | by davidbdale | 4 comments
My coffee cup is a moment of stillness so unlike the headlong hurtling present. Painted Japanese characters dangle from its rim like icicles from a timeline. I don’t know what they mean. Read the rest of this entry »
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