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A Christmas Sort of Story
December 24, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Christmas, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Holiday, Love, Parent | by davidbdale | 19 comments
You are not an accident, little one. You were in my care even before you were born. You have a place inside me still and always will. I have big plans for you, little one, plans as grand as galaxies and as unfathomable, but they mean nothing. Read the rest of this entry »
Secret School
November 25, 2007 in 299 Words, Education, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, School, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Children, Parent, Precocious, School, Subversive | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Our neighborhood had leafy lanes and wide sidewalks and neighbors—not just people who lived next door—and no kindergarten. There weren’t enough five- and six-year-olds together to fill a classroom; fifth and sixth grades had been combined and third was on the cut list. Read the rest of this entry »
Surprise Ending
August 31, 2007 in 299 Words, Cinema, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Refugee, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, War, Writing | Tags: Child, Isolation, Movie, Orphan, Parent, Refugee, War, Yearning | by davidbdale | 11 comments
I’ve seen this movie fifty-nine times, but that’s not why it knows me. It’s set in a country that’s not my own, at a time I can only imagine. Mysterious things happen to families unlike families I know—still mysterious on a sixtieth viewing, though I know everything that will happen, and when, and every line. Read the rest of this entry »
The Hero
June 17, 2007 in Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Hero, Mythology, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Fable, Hero, Myth, Parent | by davidbdale | 11 comments
All but deaf to thunderstorms and smoke alarms, nothing seems to wake him, but the guttural rasps of our breathing and the rhythmic creaking of the box spring rouse him from his bed and lead him padding in his footsies to the primal scene. Read the rest of this entry »
What Melted
April 28, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Death, Neglect, Parent, Truth | by davidbdale | 6 comments
It’s understood the truth can not be told. At best we see what passes by the peephole, a monocled distortion barely glimpsed through a fog of curved glass, apprehended but incommunicable. Read the rest of this entry »
Wake the Baby
April 24, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Anxiety, Baby, Parent, Therapy | by davidbdale | 7 comments
My favorite Thursday couple, smug but theoretically generous, sufficient to one another and seemingly self-contained, aspired to something more. To hear her talk of the baby was to be present at his creation. Read the rest of this entry »
Bunting for a Hit
February 27, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Baseball, Parent, Performance, Son, Sport | by davidbdale | 3 comments
My boy powers a line drive through the gap just about every time. Claims he does it by not caring, taking easy swings. Me, I spray the ball to every corner of the park, Read the rest of this entry »
3. Their Unhappiness
February 8, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abuse, Escape, Marriage, Parent, Violence | by davidbdale | 9 comments
People should have to get a license before they get married and go around having kids. My parents would never pass the test. Maybe the written. They talk like they understand. Read the rest of this entry »
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