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Life Line
January 20, 2008 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Humor, Life, Love, Marriage, Memory, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Dialog, Loss, Love, Marriage, Mercy, Mystery | by davidbdale | 11 comments
—Do you plan to tell the doctor all my secrets?
—She won’t be testing for secrets.
—Suppose I tell her yours?
—You don’t remember them.
—That’s not fair.
—No.
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Bobcat in a Box
January 18, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Memory, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abandon, Danger, Fear, Loss, Love, Lovers, Separation, Threat, Yearning | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Life may be short but forgetting takes forever, especially when they leave something behind. It’ll be four years now since Bob walked out with nowhere in particular to go, just trying to make distance from me. Read the rest of this entry »
Movie Night
December 31, 2007 in 299 Words, Cinema, Disability, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Memory, novels, Nursing Home, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | Tags: Abuse, Age, Family, Fear, Hospital, Loss, Memory, Regret | by davidbdale | 3 comments
The room is dark and smells of disinfected pee with a hint of vanilla. Eleanor Barney must be here. Most of us have been wheeled into places and parked facing the screen but younger people with red ears are crowded onto folding chairs, noisy with outdoor talk, coats in their laps. Read the rest of this entry »
Quick Recovery
December 12, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Funeral, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Funeral, Grave, Isolation, Laugh, Loss, Lovers, Regret, Romance | by davidbdale | 9 comments
During the funeral in his old hometown he didn’t give it a thought but when he needed a ride to the airport and couldn’t think who to ask he discovered he was in all the world alone in that particular way, Read the rest of this entry »
Alphabet Soup
November 10, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Memory, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | Tags: Age, Fear, Loss, Memory, Mother, Son | by davidbdale | 9 comments
I don’t know this man across the table but if we’re dating, I’m a reasonably lucky woman, depending on my age, my looks. I don’t know much. A plate of eggs and bacon before him, scrambled soft, I believe they call it and nearby, toast in uneven stacks, so the meal is underway. Is this breakfast? Read the rest of this entry »
Sisters
November 8, 2007 in 299 Words, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Occupation, Politics, Short stories, Suicide bomb, Very Short Novels | Tags: Bomb, Death, Grief, Loss, Mother, Sister, Terror, Terrorism | by davidbdale | 6 comments
They could be sisters, Rachel and Ayat, 18 and 17, dark and doomed. Now departed they are photographs, not girls; they are headshots looking forward, side by side on newsstands and on TV screens, never meeting. They never met. Read the rest of this entry »
One Step Back
August 22, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Fear, Loss, Mother, Panic, Son | by davidbdale | 11 comments
The day I nearly lost him, he was such a little man. Rolling his miniature suitcase down the concourse with his boarding pass, threading his way through the taller adults, he looked back just once like a confident boy friend, roguish that he was in the lead, then disappeared from the face of the earth, a suddenly vulnerable child without his mother. Read the rest of this entry »
Hemlock Kiss
July 27, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Philosophy, Short stories, Socrates, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Anger, Loss, Myth, Philosophy, Regret, Suicide | by davidbdale | 10 comments
That was your idea of an apology, old man?—that preposterous collection of sophistry and insults? Did you forget you were talking to a jury of 500 farmers? Athens is still a democracy, whatever you may wish. 251 farmers can stop all debate. Read the rest of this entry »
1. My Mustache
June 20, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | Tags: Fear, Loss, Madness, Marriage, Mystery | by davidbdale | 24 comments
In all our years together, she had never seen me without it. Even I wasn’t sure how I’d look once I’d shaved. Hands on the sink, I peered into the foggy mirror considering my face and saw her figure flash past. 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 »
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