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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 »
Impress Only Me
September 12, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, Writing | Tags: Bed, Husband, Love, Terrorist, Touch, Violence, War, Wife | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Something so good and pure at the core of a man like my husband hardens to a bullet in the forge of an inhuman world. He might laugh at me for saying so. He doesn’t need me to sing his praise. Those who don’t know him will never admit his humility. Read the rest of this entry »
The Colonel’s Acres
March 13, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Eye Contact, Father, Loss, Love, Romance, Son, Wife | by davidbdale | 10 comments
Dear B—
You can’t imagine how a woman of substance has changed this house and all your boys, me included. Billy brought her, thinking she was his, but they’ve each found reasons to love her, features of you, I think, that they vaguely remember. Read the rest of this entry »
Snow Comes Early
March 11, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Cry, Family, Wife | by davidbdale | 15 comments
I hear it all from the basement where I’ve been sent to get more seltzer. Voices like crumpled linen tumble down the laundry chute to where I stand, all ears, eyes on nothing. This is my sister-in-law’s house, Read the rest of this entry »
The View from Mars
November 6, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Genie, Love, Marriage, Possession, Separation, Wife | by davidbdale | 9 comments
When the genie offers me my wishes, I’ll wish to wake up miserable but go to sleep happy. Every day like a life compressed will be an adventure of discovery and fulfillment. Read the rest of this entry »
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