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Tan Lines
July 9, 2010 in 299 Words, Childhood, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Club, Dancer, Family, Guilt, Memory, Secret, Sex | by davidbdale | 8 comments
We boys had a club in the attic of Mitchell’s garage, the whole time I knew him and until he disappeared. We had handshakes and irrelevant passwords to guard against infiltration attempts that sadly never occurred. Read the rest of this entry »
The Gallagher-von-Durfeldoms
November 6, 2009 in 299 Words, Culture, Destiny, Education, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Cult, Family, Incest, Tradition | by davidbdale | 8 comments
We are the family of everyone who means us no harm, whatever the results of what they do. We love Pizza Friday, snow days, and getting into pajamas in the afternoon when we’ve spent the day at the beach. Read the rest of this entry »
Under the Bed
October 2, 2009 in 299 Words, Child, Childhood, Danger, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Parent, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, writers | Tags: Child, Danger, Family, Fear, Magic, Mother, Parent, Sex, Yearning | by davidbdale | 14 comments
I had no magic as a child. I would have used it if I had, to stop the Boots from kicking me where I hid. Flat against the bedroom floor with the floor of the sky just inches above my nose, I knew no safer, more anonymous place to be, Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
Borrowed Luggage
August 17, 2009 in 299 Words, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Immigrant, Refugee, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Culture, Danger, Family, Poverty, Safety, Shame, Yearning | by davidbdale | 4 comments
A simple man named Abraham Kosofsky watched his tiny town of Berezovka grow tinier every day. Fannie, he asked his wife, What will become of us when all our neighbors are carried away by this coughing fit and buried? Read the rest of this entry »
Trade Rumors
August 1, 2009 in 299 Words, Childhood, Dialogue, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Humor, Nuclear Family, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Baseball, Business, Child, Dialogue, Family, Father, Son, Truth | by davidbdale | 7 comments
—Dad, are you trying to trade me?
—What would make you say that?
—Mister Moyer said you offered me for his daughter.
—Not just his daughter, son. That was a package deal.
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The Yellow Pages
June 19, 2009 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Marriage, Nuclear Family, Relationships, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Family, Parent, Regret, Separation | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Had they been a less practical couple, my parents might have had children by accident. Instead, one night, before I was born, at the wobbly table in the breakfast nook, Dad drew a line down a page of yellow paper Read the rest of this entry »
Boy on the Roof
January 17, 2009 in 299 Words, Childhood, Danger, Divorce, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Marriage, Panic, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Danger, Death, Family, Fear, Jealousy, Love, Parent, Performance, Suicide, Threat | by davidbdale | 27 comments
On the roof of our apartment building my son waited for his father to arrive so he could jump. Meanwhile I, the attending parent, persuaded the police chief not to upset, by storming the roof, what balance our child still clung to 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 »
Needle and Thread
June 1, 2008 in 299 Words, Childhood, Destiny, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Food, Holiday, Literature, Memory, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Ceremony, Child, Deceit, Destiny, Family, Father, Holiday | by davidbdale | 3 comments
I might have chosen the needle and thread, thereby insuring myself a long if not necessarily happy life, or the bow and arrow, the significance of which seems obvious. My rich aunts had both grabbed rice cakes on their ceremonial turns around the table Read the rest of this entry »
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