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Proof’s Hammer
January 9, 2010 in 299 Words, Business, Class Work, Education, Fiction, Flash Fiction, language, Philosophy, School, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: language, Philosophy, School, Threat, Work | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Black and White each had doubts that the other existed, but for White the question had consequences. Read the rest of this entry »
Rescue Work
July 12, 2008 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Death, Love, Mercy, Pain, Peace, Pity, Work | by davidbdale | 8 comments
I’m a matter-of-fact girl in a clerical collar with a few things of value to share. One, it’s good to share. Two, everybody has value. I can’t explain death or the consequences it casts backward into our lives or forward onto our survivors but I’ve measured some of those shadows where I live. Read the rest of this entry »
Shaking Off the Signals
March 6, 2008 in 299 Words, Baseball, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Short stories, Sports, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Baseball, Business, Threat, Work | by davidbdale | 4 comments
He was never the brash young hurler from Texas or Australia who brushed back batters from the plate with high inside heat. From the start, he threw more college stuff. I didn’t try to change him. I work with what I know is on the mound on game day. Read the rest of this entry »
Truth at War
October 25, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Journalism, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence, War, Writing | Tags: Hostility, Journalism, Killer, Truth, War, Work | by davidbdale | 11 comments
He says he has to release the tape in service to the truth. I think he means The Truth, but the truth is the story’s not his to tell. He’s embedded with us again, running tape while we clear this mosque again of insurgents and search it again for weapons. Read the rest of this entry »
New Cards
September 15, 2007 in 299 Words, Business, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Betrayal, Business, Cynic, Fraud, Lies, Money, Office, Speech, Work | by davidbdale | 7 comments
After childhood, joy is never pure, but this came close, I thought. Granted, it was only business. The tacky ballroom, decked out for dinner and speeches, was stuffed with stockholders and studded with corporate brass. Read the rest of this entry »
The Paperboy
August 12, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Family, Love, Mercy, Mother, Son, Work | by davidbdale | 12 comments
He climbs the same hill every day and, until there’s a day without news, the papers will keep on coming. At his age, he already knows to come down hard one foot at a time and press his whole weight onto that pedal, to lean his body over the basket, and look uphill, and swing his ropy shoulders above the handlebars and lead with his head forward, to overbalance the load that loves the ground and the machine that wants to roll backwards. Read the rest of this entry »
While I Was Out
May 7, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Betrayal, Daughter, Threat, Work | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Even professionals need roommates in this town if they want to live anywhere close to the action. He’s been gone a month and now I need a new one, but only freaks are responding. You’d think with the rent I’m charging they’d self-select, but everybody thinks they can afford it. Read the rest of this entry »
Simple Lessons of War
March 25, 2007 in 299 Words, Flash Fiction, Very Short Novels | Tags: Death, Grief, Loss, Love, Politics, Teach, War, Work | by davidbdale | 8 comments
I teach fifth grade, nothing complicated: slavery, ratios and proportions, why the good side always prevails in war. Half my students at the Army base are children of Second Cavalry, currently deployed; Read the rest of this entry »
Dream Toddlers
November 16, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Boss, Child, Convict, Dream, Museum, Work | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Children may dream, but they don’t dream as we do. They live in the angled brightness we only escape to in sleep. When they say: I had a dream, they might mean: Mommie told me. Read the rest of this entry »
New World Order
November 13, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Business, Child, Father, Office, Son, Work | by davidbdale | 4 comments
I took my son to work today and they gave him my job. He looked so earnest in his Bullwinkle tie: regional vice-presidential, in fact, apparently. Stakeholder-inspiring, they called him, a paradigm shift in leaderliness. Read the rest of this entry »
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