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Clarity
August 27, 2009 in 299 Words, Business, Fiction, Flash Fiction, language, Mind, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Computers, Madness, Mathematics, Obsession, Patterns, Reason | by davidbdale | 13 comments
The Computative Assistant to the Acting Vice-Director of Apportionment Compliance for the local subdistrict stopped counting. For an hour he did nothing but stare at his screen and its pattern of numbers that veiled the white certainty beyond. Read the rest of this entry »
Money Talks
March 20, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Entertainment, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, language, Money, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Madness, Money, Touch, Yearning | by davidbdale | 11 comments
So many words are already written on a dollar bill, it hardly needs more language from me, words as evocative as God and Trust, as if heaven had to sanction my buying a croissant, beautiful words though, about my public and private debts. Read the rest of this entry »
Final Markdowns
February 7, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Crime, Entertainment, Fashion, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Money, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Class, Crime, Knife, Madness, Money, Revenge | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Of all my tools, although more often I use a single-edge razor, I’m partial to the paper punch. I love the neat little hole it leaves behind and the ripping thwick of the two round fitted edges cleaving the fabric. Read the rest of this entry »
Change of Trains
January 29, 2008 in 299 Words, Escape, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Technology, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Apocalypse, Danger, Dystopia, Infection, Madness, Monologue, Mystery, Sci-Fi, Sickness, Terror, Threat | by davidbdale | 4 comments
It so happens I’m sick of being a man if this is what it means. I won’t be home today or at the office either. I’ve been summoned and nothing else matters. Permit me to narrate. Read the rest of this entry »
3. My Son’s Mustache
June 27, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, writers | Tags: Madness, Mother, Mystery, Son | by davidbdale | 14 comments
Sons make choices and, like it or not, it’s the mother’s job to support, which is to say I never liked his wife. A charming boy, he’s needed a lot of support. I don’t like thinking of him there, fragile in the heartless city, cocooned in that apartment alone with her, turning into what. Read the rest of this entry »
2. His Mustache
June 23, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Madness, Marriage, Mystery, Panic | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Men are such boys, particularly husbands; they need daddy’s approval and mommy’s attention as long as they live. Unlucky the boy who outlives them as my husband did. 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 »
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 »
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