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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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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 »
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 »
Thank you so much, anhinga. This story, written 20 years ago, seems prophetic now. —David
"The town we all grew up in has been gone so long! We never thought its undertow could be so strong."…
This Very Short Novel is a close relative of Monkey at the Piano from almost 20 years ago. I'm certain…
So glad to hear it, anhinga! I returned to your site for your entertaining backgrounder on the nature of the…
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This Novel is a close relative of The Question from more than 25 years ago. I've edited it substantially and…