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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 »
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 »
The Yellow Pages
June 19, 2009 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Marriage, Nuclear Family, Relationships, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Family, Parent, Regret, Separation | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Had they been a less practical couple, my parents might have had children by accident. Instead, one night, before I was born, at the wobbly table in the breakfast nook, Dad drew a line down a page of yellow paper 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 »
Overpromised Heart
April 20, 2008 in 299 Words, Baby, Childhood, Entertainment, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Love, novels, Nuclear Family, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Baby, Daughter, Destiny, Embrace, Fear, Mother, Parent, Regret, Separation, Wife | by davidbdale | 5 comments
I promised my daughter my heart, forgetting it wasn’t mine. You were there, fat with her, already weary of the burden and beautiful, intolerably beautiful. You made demands: a hairbrush, a mirror, not that hairbrush, ice yes but not ice chips, a delivery date— Read the rest of this entry »
Have You Seen This Child?
March 31, 2008 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Runaway, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Escape, Grief, Loss, Love, Mother, Mystery, Regret, Separation | by davidbdale | 14 comments
When the night voices tremble in your heart, so do you hear where each of us is, except for me, except for the one who doesn’t call. Your bed is damp with not knowing. Left to the black glass and right to your husband, you shake your head No all night. Read the rest of this entry »
20% More Synonymous
March 22, 2008 in 299 Words, Books, Business, Dictionary, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, language, Marriage, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Ambiguity, Deeds, Hope, language, Loss, Love, Lovers, Mystery, Phone, Separation, Threat | by davidbdale | 4 comments
When I’ve finished writing my dictionary, things will be different in this world among English-speaking people and between you and me. When we first learned them, words were something hefty we could thrump with our knuckles the way we test a melon. Read the rest of this entry »
Bobcat in a Box
January 18, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Memory, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abandon, Danger, Fear, Loss, Love, Lovers, Separation, Threat, Yearning | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Life may be short but forgetting takes forever, especially when they leave something behind. It’ll be four years now since Bob walked out with nowhere in particular to go, just trying to make distance from me. Read the rest of this entry »
Heart Is Killing
December 20, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Immigrant, language, novels, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Family, Immigrant, language, Separation, translation, Yearning | by davidbdale | 5 comments
Dear mother, father dear sisters, dear wife, babies I am not sadness dying. That pain does not kill me. The stronger is making me I am sure when I work too long if I will ever come back. You send me everything from your letters that home is new. You are spending my money I hope. Read the rest of this entry »
Booklikemarks
November 12, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abandon, Art, Book, Loss, Love, Separation | by davidbdale | 3 comments
Thin strips of card stock, a suicide king: bookmarks all. Metaphors for my placeholder finger, they separate the pages I have read from those I may never read. Read the rest of this entry »
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