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Night Doctors
July 5, 2010 in 299 Words, Childhood, Culture, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Medicine, Memory, novels, Politics, Race, Science, Short stories, Society, Stories, Survivor, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Doctors, Experiments, Hope | by davidbdale | 12 comments
Before it grew too big to lift, the hospital could have moved to a better neighborhood or invested in its neighbors. Instead it pushed out handymen and cleaning ladies and street hawkers like my uncles Read the rest of this entry »
Disproving Angels
June 10, 2008 in 299 Words, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Literature, novels, Philosophy, Religion, Science, Short stories, Stories, Technology, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Dialogue, Doubt, Faith, Hope, language, Rhetoric, Science, Technology | by davidbdale | 8 comments
—So, what are we looking at here?
—You tell me.
—It’s a . . . smudge, right?
—Charlie says it’s the soul.
—He also thinks gluons are guardian angels.
—That’s hard to disprove too. 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 »
20% More Synonymous
March 22, 2008 in 299 Words, Books, Business, Dictionary, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, language, Marriage, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Ambiguity, Deeds, Hope, language, Loss, Love, Lovers, Mystery, Phone, Separation, Threat | by davidbdale | 4 comments
When I’ve finished writing my dictionary, things will be different in this world among English-speaking people and between you and me. When we first learned them, words were something hefty we could thrump with our knuckles the way we test a melon. Read the rest of this entry »
Something Like Mercy
February 14, 2008 in 299 Words, Death, Eternity, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Funeral, Humor, language, Literature, Memory, Poetry, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Death, Epiphany, Eulogy, Funeral, Grave, Hope, Mercy, Monologue | by davidbdale | 7 comments
The box is richly padded and, for one who won’t be stirring, roomy. I should have lived as comfortably, in darkness as conducive to long remembering. This is no way to begin. I am paper and bone in a box under earth as blunt as a clod. My words should be simple as sand. 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 »
The Never-Dead
May 1, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Death, Epiphay, Hope, Illness, Oblivion | by davidbdale | 6 comments
In her club are several who, while waiting for new hearts, have been revived half a dozen times. She herself has visited and been brought back repeatedly from the dead. Read the rest of this entry »
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