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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 »
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December 28, 2009 in 299 Words, Destiny, Escape, Fable, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Mind, Mystery, Runaway, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Coffee, Snow, Train, Travel | by davidbdale | 8 comments
The 5:42 to Belgenhagen left the station without our engineer. He chased it desultorily to the end of the platform waving his pastry in vain at the empty locomotive car as we pulled out from the shed into the icy dawn with certain questions. Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
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