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Borrowed Luggage
August 17, 2009 in 299 Words, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Immigrant, Refugee, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Culture, Danger, Family, Poverty, Safety, Shame, Yearning | by davidbdale | 4 comments
A simple man named Abraham Kosofsky watched his tiny town of Berezovka grow tinier every day. Fannie, he asked his wife, What will become of us when all our neighbors are carried away by this coughing fit and buried? Read the rest of this entry »
Torre Pendente
January 8, 2008 in 299 Words, Confession, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels | Tags: Child, Confess, Deceit, Girl, Guilt, Poverty, Religion | by davidbdale | 6 comments
The secret I felt thrust upon me is nothing I wish to claim; a syllable it was that earned me this room and in itself the syllable was true. From my small town near Pisa where bread was scarce I’ve journeyed here to a room of my own, Read the rest of this entry »
Red Water
May 3, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Consent, Irony, Mercy, Poverty | by davidbdale | 3 comments
He shows his hands as bidden. Across each palm, and flecking the edges also of his bare soles, doily patterns of lesion and wart, the arsenic array. Read the rest of this entry »
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