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Bob’s Double
January 14, 2010 in 299 Words, Business, Destiny, Entertainment, Fable, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Occupation, Philosophy, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Destiny, Identity, Loss, Performance, Philosophy | by davidbdale | 9 comments
We hired a double for Bob so that the Bob the world required could be places Bob could not be. We oversucceeded. Immediately, Bob was a fraud. Read the rest of this entry »
Forgiveness
June 11, 2009 in 299 Words, Crime, Danger, Death, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Runaway, Survivor, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abduction, Child, Crime, Danger, Death, Loss, Mercy, Performance, Separation, Violence | by davidbdale | 4 comments
She was never my girl until you took her and now that I will never get her back, I have reclaimed her. Read the rest of this entry »
Boy on the Roof
January 17, 2009 in 299 Words, Childhood, Danger, Divorce, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Marriage, Panic, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Danger, Death, Family, Fear, Jealousy, Love, Parent, Performance, Suicide, Threat | by davidbdale | 27 comments
On the roof of our apartment building my son waited for his father to arrive so he could jump. Meanwhile I, the attending parent, persuaded the police chief not to upset, by storming the roof, what balance our child still clung to Read the rest of this entry »
Becoming the Bull
July 23, 2007 in 299 Words, Bullfight, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Animal, Death, Fable, Fear, Performance | by davidbdale | 12 comments
Yesterday I was grazing and cruising the heifers in clover. This morning I stand at the edge of the bull ring in sawdust and bullshit and sand, listening to music to salute an armada, triumphant strains for a dusty empire from trumpeters sniffing for blood. Read the rest of this entry »
Swallowing Light Bulbs
July 9, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, language, Literature, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Destiny, language, Performance | by davidbdale | 14 comments
He wasn’t always the man who swallows light bulbs. He did at one time have an act. Like many others, it amounted to filling in blanks: an adjective noun of noun and adjective noun, it verbed across the noun when the noun was adverb, but when it fell, it fell like a load of bricks. Read the rest of this entry »
Commencement Speech
July 3, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Advice, Apocalypse, Dystopia, Performance, Speech | by davidbdale | 11 comments
I look out over these rows of eager faces turned toward me with self-assurance, not one brow wrinkled, eyes bright with confidence in the rosy dawn of tomorrow’s inexhaustible sun and it reminds me of a joke. Read the rest of this entry »
Arc of a Diver
June 4, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, novels, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, writers, Writing | Tags: Dropout, Metaphor, Performance, Sport | by davidbdale | 12 comments
You’ll say I’m making metaphors, but this is how it happened. You could ask around. There are witnesses, disappointed people who repeat the tale to teach their children a lesson. I was a diver with a feeling for the calculus. Read the rest of this entry »
New Arrangements
June 2, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Music, Performance, Romance, Sex | by davidbdale | 15 comments
They were together in the bed in his room every weeknight for over a year, feeding on each other like prisoners downing their rations. Weekends were work nights, the only gigs he could get, and she was too young for the clubs, Read the rest of this entry »
Tango Lesson
May 26, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, novels, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Performance, Romance, Yearning | by davidbdale | 8 comments
When the world has too many parts and mine don’t fit, tango is another way to touch her. It can’t get me in trouble and always seems to please her, and I can drop in any time I have ten dollars and an evening hour free and wait my turn. 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 »
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