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Salt Toast
September 26, 2009 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Marriage, novels, Parent, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Daughter, Family, Father, Love, Marriage | by davidbdale | 12 comments
In photos of my daughter’s wedding, I look thinner than I was and not at all as if I wanted to strangle the groom. There stands Sheila, radiant as always against a bank of pallbearer suits. Read the rest of this entry »
Perfect Season
January 8, 2009 in 299 Words, Childhood, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Philosophy, Short stories, Sports, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Daughter | by davidbdale | 8 comments
Some teams just don’t have it; they suffer their greatest loss before the season begins. Others never win a game but end the season undefeated. My daughter plays for such a team. Read the rest of this entry »
Overpromised Heart
April 20, 2008 in 299 Words, Baby, Childhood, Entertainment, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Love, novels, Nuclear Family, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Baby, Daughter, Destiny, Embrace, Fear, Mother, Parent, Regret, Separation, Wife | by davidbdale | 5 comments
I promised my daughter my heart, forgetting it wasn’t mine. You were there, fat with her, already weary of the burden and beautiful, intolerably beautiful. You made demands: a hairbrush, a mirror, not that hairbrush, ice yes but not ice chips, a delivery date— Read the rest of this entry »
Girl for Sale
March 18, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Childhood, Education, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Money, School, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Ambition, Buy, Cost, Daughter, Girl, Memory, Money, Regret, Sell | by davidbdale | 10 comments
Neighbors and strangers are holding bits of my childhood up to the sunlight, the better to judge them. Mom and I have arranged the tables in loose chronological order; attentive shoppers moving clockwise will see my unformed adolescent self unfold into hopeful young womanhood over there by the plum tree. Read the rest of this entry »
Little Worm
September 8, 2007 in 299 Words, Death, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Daughter, Dialog, Father, Girl, Poetry, Precocious, School | by davidbdale | 14 comments
My daughter Magda is four years old and a frightening specimen. I’m running out of preschools that will take her. “We can’t tell when she’s kidding,” they tell me, “It scares us.” I know: you need an example. Read the rest of this entry »
Shoes Like Mirrors
August 5, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Daughter, Death, Memory, Trauma, Wisdom | by davidbdale | 18 comments
At age six, we are wiser than at any other age. We know things nobody could have told us and we keep them to ourselves. Before I forget everything forever, shall I tell you what it was like for me that day? You know what it did to my sisters. Read the rest of this entry »
One of Shirley’s Stories
June 11, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, writers, Writing | Tags: Daughter, Death, Destiny, Family, Loss, Mother | by davidbdale | 8 comments
What happened to Shirley? Her brother was shot and she lived her life feeling shrapneled. I wish I could tell you her story. I’ll tell you what I know. Read the rest of this entry »
While I Was Out
May 7, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Betrayal, Daughter, Threat, Work | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Even professionals need roommates in this town if they want to live anywhere close to the action. He’s been gone a month and now I need a new one, but only freaks are responding. You’d think with the rent I’m charging they’d self-select, but everybody thinks they can afford it. Read the rest of this entry »
Daddy Loves Darfur
January 15, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Darfur, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, genocide, Literature, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Daddy, Daughter, Neglect, Politics, Yearning | by davidbdale | 12 comments
My stupid sister says she wants to be a Sudanese baby in Darfur. Mommy says when we find her, she’ll wish she was a motherless African orphan. It’s just emotion talking; I’m just emotional too. Read the rest of this entry »
Carry the Zero
December 11, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Age, Daughter, Forget, Loss, Memory | by davidbdale | 5 comments
Sometimes it seems inconceivable I should be the age I am. When sunlight through the atrium bakes us in the common room like tacos under a heat lamp, I stop counting the days I do remember and consider this scene before me. Read the rest of this entry »
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