Thursday, May 17, 2012

Dale Dingle

This week, I am writing flash fiction.
Read why.  Or don't.  But either way, read today's post.  Because it is short.


Dale Dingle hated his job.
           
Dale spent his days dialing digits into a computer from the hours of seven in the morning until seven at night.  From dawn ‘til dusk, Dale wondered what he did to deserve such a boring life.  He didn’t know what the numbers even meant.  For all he knew, he could have been entering nuclear arms codes for terrorists or social security numbers of his boss’s enemies.  Dale didn’t really care, though.

The only thing that made Dale relatively happy was designing dolls.  This, of course, was a secret hobby, as Dale was completely suspicious of his always-whispering coworkers.  So, during his lunch breaks, Dale snuck into a supply closet and neatly sewed smiling faces onto his happy dolls. 

Sometimes he whispered to them. 

During the rest of the day, as he mindlessly entered insignificant numbers, he dreamt of his dolls.  He liked to reach into his top drawer (where he stored his favorite doll), close his eyes, and shiver as he felt the intricate folds and creases of the doll’s delicate dress.

Besides their dresses, however, all the dolls were the same.  All their diminutive faces reflected that of their creator: black button eyes, glasses made out of pipe cleaners, and pouted lips drawn with marker.  What made the mini-Dales complete was their oh-so-perfect hair, to which Dale proudly donated his own locks.

“Which one of my darlings wants to go to work with Daddy today?” he asked his audience of Dale-faced dolls every morning, neatly arranged in his one room apartment. 

“Now, now Donald,” he said, squinting through the darkness, “Daddy told you that you couldn’t be seen in public wearing white after Labor Day.  You are going to have to change dresses with Daniel.” 

“Oh, don’t cry Daniel.  You need to learn to share.  Daddy will make you a new dress.”

Dale was a man of his word, and he made the new dress that very same day.  After all, thought Dale, what kind of a man would let his dolls go naked?

14 comments:

  1. Haha I sure do hope this is fiction! But great, great writing Uncle Dale! I mean, Uncle Mike...I honestly don't know of any man who would dare let his dolls go naked.

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  2. Creepy. Really, really creepy. I've got no problem with men and dolls or doll making. But men talking to dolls? Ohh! Sends me shivers because this guy is clearly about one string away from rending the fabric of his sanity!

    I love this flash fiction, but it always leaves me wanting to know more!!! It's like you're a crack dealer...but with words!

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  3. Dale is seriously screwed up and I imagine has no real friends other than those dolls.

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  4. Dale is missing a few colors in his crayola box but hey, his dolls must love him because they don't leave home naked. Great writing, loved it!!!!

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  5. I think this one is my favourite so far. The picture adds so much to it.

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  6. First of all: Dale Dingle = one of the best porn names of all time.

    I love this one. This guy is Buffalo Bill's less "I'm gonna take the skin off of plus sized girls" cousin. He may some day evolve in to that though.

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    1. I thought that name sounded familiar, haha

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  7. I loved the use of alteration. Definitely damned dope!

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  8. I think Kat means alliteration, and yes, I loved that too. You haven't been reading any Dexter books, have you? Jeff Lindsay can make those D-sentences run for miles.

    (At least yours are clever and relevant).

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  9. Who doesn't make sock dolls in their own likeness?

    This was great flash fiction! Reminds me a little bit of George Saunders' writing.

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  10. A very lonely cross-dresser who can't come to terms with this compulsion of his. He wants to dress as a woman but feels confused and judged. So instead of donning the female clothes himself he makes mini versions of himself and calls them male names but he puts female clothing on them. Periodically throughout the day, he reaches into the drawer to touch his favourite doll whose dress literally gives him the "shivers" satisfying his desire to feel women's clothes next to his skin.

    I think. lol! Amazing. Creepy but sad at the same time. I think I missed your first two posts this week so I must go read them. Please tell me you are working on a novel. :)

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  11. I'm not sure whether to be a little creeped out by Dale or feel bad for him. At least he has the common sense to never let his dolls go naked.

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  12. Oh this one creeps me out. I don't like dolls and Dale's fascination with his "babies" makes it that much creepier. This one really leaves me hanging, making me want to know where this story goes.

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  13. I've been having a catch up read. Was going to just leave a comment after I read them all but this...

    This sounds like the opening scene of a movie. I want to know more, it's sad and creepy and odd and... well did you have more of a back story or ending in your head ?

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