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White Cross
April 10, 2008 in 299 Words, Death, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Life, Short stories, Stories, Survivor, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Car, Death, Drinking, Grave, Loss, Memento, Mystery | by davidbdale | 7 comments
This godforsaken gravel shoulder is as good a place—as bad a place—as any to have made your peace with life and dying. Still, you probably objected. Not here, you said, by which you meant, Not yet. Read the rest of this entry »
Ad Hominem
October 19, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Car, Danger, Gun, Hostility, Marriage, Romance, Threat, Violence | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Until my hitchhiker showed me her gun, I’d been speculating whether crazy and neglect could render a woman nearly unrecognizable since I’d last seen her. She’d chosen a shockingly dangerous place to flag down cars, Read the rest of this entry »
Proof of the World
October 5, 2007 in 299 Words, Confession, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Survivor, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Car, Drinking, Father, Philosophy, Proof, Violence, World, Writing | by davidbdale | 9 comments
In this 300-word paper, I will prove that the world exists, beyond a reasonable doubt, as I was assigned. 277 words to go. First premise: as everybody I know will tell you, I am to blame for everything. Read the rest of this entry »
Bridge Toll
September 24, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, language, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Car, Father, Regret, School, Son | by davidbdale | 7 comments
My son’s a nice enough kid, I suppose, flaky as all get-out, but a hard worker when he sets his mind to something, which is the problem. I offered him a way into the business, but he never cracked the binder. Plus, he qualified for military officer training, but he went kamikaze on his interview. Read the rest of this entry »
Conscious Choice
August 25, 2007 in 299 Words, Drunk Driving, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Car, Crash, Drinking, Violence | by davidbdale | 12 comments
Limping from the crash site, she resumed the inventory she’d begun while hauling her legs from the driver’s seat: legs, two arms, fingers and thumbs, head, scalp, blood. She’d been driving fast on the rain-slick freeway to the casino, Read the rest of this entry »
Bobby’s Chop Shop
December 15, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Car, Crime, Joke, Theft | by davidbdale | 3 comments
So picture this. Crossing the bridge in this nearly-new Buick I got from Bobby’s chop shop special order? Windows down, Halloween wind, I’ve got a finger on the button that puts up the windows. Read the rest of this entry »
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