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Sandbox Tantra
November 28, 2007 in 299 Words, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Tantra, Tantric, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Children, Dialog, Family, Lovers, Precocious, Sex | by davidbdale | 8 comments
The kids are playing Doctor in the sandbox. Our first concern is what they use for instruments but we let them have their space. We see them in profile from the house earnest and still. Their lips are moving.
—Where does it hurt?
—Everywhere. I suffer from a general malaise. Read the rest of this entry »
Secret School
November 25, 2007 in 299 Words, Education, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, School, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Children, Parent, Precocious, School, Subversive | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Our neighborhood had leafy lanes and wide sidewalks and neighbors—not just people who lived next door—and no kindergarten. There weren’t enough five- and six-year-olds together to fill a classroom; fifth and sixth grades had been combined and third was on the cut list. Read the rest of this entry »
Very Short Novels 
This is a close relative of a Very Short Novel titled Short for Family from 20 years ago. The revisions…