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Michael’s Room
May 12, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Life, Literature, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Death, Family. Girl, Hospital, Illness, Mercy | by davidbdale | 8 comments
His face was a rag with torn-out eyes that flickered blackly for his girls. The only visible male in a family of incandescent women, he had burned through his few years quickly, as if life were a thin joint mostly paper and one strong draw could drag the ember the whole length to his lips. Read the rest of this entry »
Red Water
May 3, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Politics, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Consent, Irony, Mercy, Poverty | by davidbdale | 3 comments
He shows his hands as bidden. Across each palm, and flecking the edges also of his bare soles, doily patterns of lesion and wart, the arsenic array. Read the rest of this entry »
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