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Tan Lines
July 9, 2010 in 299 Words, Childhood, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Club, Dancer, Family, Guilt, Memory, Secret, Sex | by davidbdale | 8 comments
We boys had a club in the attic of Mitchell’s garage, the whole time I knew him and until he disappeared. We had handshakes and irrelevant passwords to guard against infiltration attempts that sadly never occurred. Read the rest of this entry »
Litany
July 24, 2008 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Apocalypse, Beauty, Danger, Fear, Love, Memory | by davidbdale | 7 comments
While I still remember, the color of the snow before me while behind me on the high ridge, fire sings through the dry timber at dawn, driving us down to the river. Read the rest of this entry »
Hopscotch for the Blind
July 2, 2008 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Grief, Memory, Monologue | by davidbdale | 3 comments
When our favorite couple decided to marry and chose for their date a Saturday in July already charged with bright significance, we had to insist, they couldn’t have it. Read the rest of this entry »
Girl for Sale
March 18, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Childhood, Education, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Money, School, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Ambition, Buy, Cost, Daughter, Girl, Memory, Money, Regret, Sell | by davidbdale | 10 comments
Neighbors and strangers are holding bits of my childhood up to the sunlight, the better to judge them. Mom and I have arranged the tables in loose chronological order; attentive shoppers moving clockwise will see my unformed adolescent self unfold into hopeful young womanhood over there by the plum tree. 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 »
Baby’s Empty Bed
January 15, 2008 in 299 Words, Books, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Nuclear Family, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Baby, Childhood, Family, Fear, Home, Love, Memory, Sibling | by davidbdale | 11 comments
The humid summer heat was murderous. Every year one or two were killed in our town, cooked in their rooms. At our house on the avenue, a fan in the attic drew refreshment from the night through our open bedroom windows and pulled the hot air up the attic stairs. 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 »
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 »
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 »
Shoes Like Mirrors
August 5, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Daughter, Death, Memory, Trauma, Wisdom | by davidbdale | 18 comments
At age six, we are wiser than at any other age. We know things nobody could have told us and we keep them to ourselves. Before I forget everything forever, shall I tell you what it was like for me that day? You know what it did to my sisters. Read the rest of this entry »
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