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Yard Sale
June 8, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Loss, Mystery, Neighbor | by davidbdale | 11 comments
You’d think by now the house would be empty, but every Saturday she seems to have more to get rid of. When we moved into the neighborhood, she was putting out just one long rack of men’s clothing in the yard near the failing azalea bed, Read the rest of this entry »
Simple Lessons of War
March 25, 2007 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Death, Grief, Loss, Love, Politics, Teach, War, Work | by davidbdale | 8 comments
I teach fifth grade, nothing complicated: slavery, ratios and proportions, why the good side always prevails in war. Half my students at the Army base are children of Second Cavalry, currently deployed; Read the rest of this entry »
The Colonel’s Acres
March 13, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Eye Contact, Father, Loss, Love, Romance, Son, Wife | by davidbdale | 10 comments
Dear B—
You can’t imagine how a woman of substance has changed this house and all your boys, me included. Billy brought her, thinking she was his, but they’ve each found reasons to love her, features of you, I think, that they vaguely remember. Read the rest of this entry »
Short for Family
February 21, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Death, Family, Father, Loss, Son, Tragedy, Youth | by davidbdale | 7 comments
This car is too big for our abbreviated family. Dad drives and I sit in the back where he can see me, as if I would budge, just the two of us since the accident that cut us in half. Beside him is empty. Beside me 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 »
Booklikemarks
November 12, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abandon, Art, Book, Loss, Love, Separation | by davidbdale | 3 comments
Thin strips of card stock, a suicide king: bookmarks all. Metaphors for my placeholder finger, they separate the pages I have read from those I may never read. Read the rest of this entry »
Decorum
November 9, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Death, Destiny, Eulogy, Funeral, Grief, Loss, Madness, Scream, Trauma | by davidbdale | 6 comments
All I wanted when he died was to scream. My family restrained me, taking me by the arms near the shoulders, and either slamming me to the wall of the trauma room or forcing my nose into the stink, as if I were responsible, Read the rest of this entry »
Open Closure
October 30, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Breakup, Closure, Drinking, Loss, Separation | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Already the breaking up has lasted longer than the relationship and provided her more pleasure. Another week of breaking up and this will be her longest relationship yet. Read the rest of this entry »
Things Get Moved
October 14, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Destiny, Furniture, Loss, Possession, Separation | by davidbdale | 4 comments
Which is the tool is the question never asked. For the coffee mug, the eyeglass case, the dozen indispensable items in the wire basket with the foldable handles, we are a conveyance to the top of the stairs. Read the rest of this entry »
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