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Under the Bed
October 2, 2009 in 299 Words, Child, Childhood, Danger, Escape, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Parent, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, writers | Tags: Child, Danger, Family, Fear, Magic, Mother, Parent, Sex, Yearning | by davidbdale | 14 comments
I had no magic as a child. I would have used it if I had, to stop the Boots from kicking me where I hid. Flat against the bedroom floor with the floor of the sky just inches above my nose, I knew no safer, more anonymous place to be, Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
The Second Best Man
May 26, 2008 in 299 Words, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Love, Marriage, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Admiration, Beauty, Disappointment, Love, Marriage, Yearning | by davidbdale | 7 comments
She’s a glorious bride. I don’t know how this day compares with her dream of the perfect wedding, if she had one, but her face is bliss. I’ve watched her since morning preside over the event like the owner of the day. I saw her take the news about the fallen cake without a twitch. Read the rest of this entry »
Money Talks
March 20, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Entertainment, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, language, Money, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Madness, Money, Touch, Yearning | by davidbdale | 11 comments
So many words are already written on a dollar bill, it hardly needs more language from me, words as evocative as God and Trust, as if heaven had to sanction my buying a croissant, beautiful words though, about my public and private debts. Read the rest of this entry »
Fat with Promise
January 30, 2008 in 299 Words, Baby, Birth, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Marriage, Nuclear Family, Pregnancy, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Beauty, Child, Hope, Love, Lovers, Marriage, Monologue, Parent, Pregnant, Weep, Yearning | by davidbdale | 7 comments
I cried on the elevator, then over lunch and later at my desk. It’s funny now. They call me Weeping Will. Weeping Will stands looking at people who know him and though nothing they do is different today 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 »
Firebug
January 13, 2008 in 299 Words, Arson, Comic, Crime, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Mania, Pyromania, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Arson, Fear, Yearning, Youth | by davidbdale | 7 comments
It starts as a comic premonition. He yoinks the plug from the drain in the floor of the ocean. He mans the big shovel that scoops whole countries at a time. A ravishing storm of flame consumes the sky and is not satisfied and goes looking. Read the rest of this entry »
Saint’s Diary
January 7, 2008 in 299 Words, Books, Confession, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Religion, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Faith, Girl, God, Religion, Yearning | by davidbdale | 5 comments
Can a saint keep a diary? Only a saint could think so. For the rest of us the truth is in the life and all biography is betrayal. We have only so much perspective. 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 »
Some Hug
September 21, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Illness, Memory, Mercy, Romance, Therapy, Touch, Yearning | by davidbdale | 13 comments
Two inches in any direction would topple the whole apparatus. But don’t think. Don’t think for godssake don’t talk, embrace the hug. Two inches along the plane defined by the circle of the horizon in any direction, if you must. But stop. Read the rest of this entry »
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