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An Hour with the Ogre
December 5, 2009 in 299 Words, Child, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Marriage, Parent, Relationships, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Child, Drugs, Fear, Marriage, Mercy, Paranoia, Regret, Rehab, Separation, Son | by davidbdale | 4 comments
We sit at a table in The Glade—a room named for the sappy paintings of pastoral scenes on its walls. Their grasses and trees are carefully balanced and in them nothing lurks or lives. Read the rest of this entry »
Salt Toast
September 26, 2009 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Marriage, novels, Parent, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Daughter, Family, Father, Love, Marriage | by davidbdale | 12 comments
In photos of my daughter’s wedding, I look thinner than I was and not at all as if I wanted to strangle the groom. There stands Sheila, radiant as always against a bank of pallbearer suits. Read the rest of this entry »
Separate Trains
September 6, 2009 in 299 Words, Destiny, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Love, Marriage, Separation, Short stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Appearance, Destiny, Loss, Love, Marriage, Panic, Separation | by davidbdale | 9 comments
They looked married. In what they took for granted, the other riders saw they had been together forever. He read the map of the system posted by the door, tilting his head to follow the lines, and kept his balance with a hand on the pole. Read the rest of this entry »
Terrorist’s Wife
June 13, 2009 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Love, Marriage, Stories, Terrorism, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Beauty, Bed, Innocence, Love, Marriage, Murder, Politics, Terror | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Something so good and pure at the core of a man like my husband hardens to a bullet in the forge of an inhuman world. He might laugh at me for saying so. Read the rest of this entry »
The Cutting Board
July 18, 2008 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Anger, Death, Grief, Loss, Love, Marriage, Pain, Pity | by davidbdale | 6 comments
The next day was entirely different. Longer hours of sun were bringing the thaw. Victor had gone ice-fishing alone on the mostly frozen lake, not frozen enough where he had fallen through. Read the rest of this entry »
The Second Best Man
May 26, 2008 in 299 Words, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Love, Marriage, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Admiration, Beauty, Disappointment, Love, Marriage, Yearning | by davidbdale | 7 comments
She’s a glorious bride. I don’t know how this day compares with her dream of the perfect wedding, if she had one, but her face is bliss. I’ve watched her since morning preside over the event like the owner of the day. I saw her take the news about the fallen cake without a twitch. 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 »
Shapes in the Blue
February 5, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Memory, Monologue, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Age, Fear, Hospital, Loss, Love, Lovers, Marriage, Memory | by davidbdale | 6 comments
We were twelve and stupid, American kids living in America, lying on our backs at recess. You like that? We lay on our backs side by side in the sun, in the grass, full of youth, looking for shapes in the clouds. 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 »
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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