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The Antidote
July 22, 2009 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Medicine, Science Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Epidemic, Illness, Science Fiction | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Although aspects of the procedure must be painful beyond enduring, I’m not among the noisy many who call it cruelty to harvest an essential medicinal from its only source, but I admit I don’t envy the donor. Read the rest of this entry »
Felicia Anonymous
March 2, 2008 in 299 Words, Confession, Drinking, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, How-To, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Drinking, Illness, Monologue, Problem | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Tell it to me any way you like but don’t stop talking. Please. I hear what I need to hear. We’ll make a deal. I’ll dunk this misshapen donut into this bad coffee and chew on this cigarette and not get drunk for an hour. And not talk back. I’ll thank my precious life for the sound of your voice; Read the rest of this entry »
Wind Prints III
December 2, 2007 in 299 Words, Art, Epilepsy, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Photography, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Child, Father, Gallery, Girl, Illness, Photography, Son, Student | by davidbdale | 7 comments
I usually have to tell my students to question the meanings of photographs and the motives of photographers, but not her. I sense instead, whatever I tell her, she’s wondering why. Read the rest of this entry »
Wind Prints II
December 2, 2007 in 299 Words, Art, Epilepsy, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Photography, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Father, Gallery, Girl, Illness, Photography, Son, Student | by davidbdale | 4 comments
People and things are so easy to lose it’s a wonder we end up anywhere with anything to show. The future too is insecure and can be misplaced as easily as the little pocket items of the past— Read the rest of this entry »
Wind Prints I
December 2, 2007 in 299 Words, Art, Epilepsy, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Photography, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | Tags: Art, Gallery, Girl, Illness, Photography, Son, Student | by davidbdale | 7 comments
A steady breeze billows the laundry on the line in photograph after black-and-white photograph along the gallery walls. Dad says they make the breeze visible. Read the rest of this entry »
Some Hug
September 21, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Illness, Memory, Mercy, Romance, Therapy, Touch, Yearning | by davidbdale | 13 comments
Two inches in any direction would topple the whole apparatus. But don’t think. Don’t think for godssake don’t talk, embrace the hug. Two inches along the plane defined by the circle of the horizon in any direction, if you must. But stop. Read the rest of this entry »
Michael’s Room
May 12, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Life, Literature, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Death, Family. Girl, Hospital, Illness, Mercy | by davidbdale | 8 comments
His face was a rag with torn-out eyes that flickered blackly for his girls. The only visible male in a family of incandescent women, he had burned through his few years quickly, as if life were a thin joint mostly paper and one strong draw could drag the ember the whole length to his lips. 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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