October, 2017 Archives
Oct
Rose Petal
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It took Jim more than a half hour to arrive at his wife Kate’s grave. The flowers he brought were withered from the heat and drops of sweat dripped down the nape of his neck.
“Hi, Sweetie. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. Traffic was unbearable. I brought you your favorite, yellow roses, but they are ruined from the heat. I’m sorry, I can’t seem to get anything right these days.”
Jim placed the roses against the gravestone, knelt, and quietly prayed.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.”
When Jim left, a rose petal dropped to the ground.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Caught At The Bottom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
From his vantage point, Josh could see their faces, those who weren’t masked anyway. The zealotry was apparent on both sides.
The blows, unintentional at this point, kept coming. Boots rammed into his hip. Someone stepped on his right hand, the one that had been holding the rainbow sign, and he felt the bones snap. He stopped struggling as everything went numb.
All Josh discerned now were their eyes. He realized they saw nothing outside of their own preconceived notions. They looked at the men and woman across from them with hatred.
And these were the people he agreed with.
Oct
Caramel Sauce
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Sweet,” Dad said, licking his lips.
“Different,” Mom added.
We were seated in the dining room for Thanksgiving dinner. My
sixteen-year-old brother wanted to showcase the skills he had mastered
in a culinary arts course.
“Wait!” he exclaimed.
The rest of us watched him taste the meal before him. An expression of
bewilderment spread across his face. He ran back to the kitchen and
returned.
“I emptied out the wrong pot,” he conceded. ‘The caramel sauce was
meant for apple cake.”
“So what is left for the cake now?” Dad asked while Mom and I
refrained from laughing.
“Turkey gravy.”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Oct
Soldiers Of Fortune
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Who’s to say if any of this really matters?”
George smacked Thomas across the face as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
“Ouch! What was that for?” Thomas whined.
“Because if we give up hope, we die.”
Thomas pointed towards the enemy lines. “If we die, it’s because of them.”
“And if we give up the fight, then we lose not only our own freedom, but the freedom of an entire nation.”
“And my question to you is, what difference does it make?”
George lowered his hand. “Perhaps you’re right.”
Together, George and Tom fled the battlefield.
Oct
It’s Not What It Seems
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mike, feverish, tossed in bed. Head aching and muscles tense, he dreamed of the beach, the hot sun beating on his face, when a voice awakened him.
“Babe, how are you feeling,” asked his wife Liz.
“My body feels like a truck hit it.”
“You heard what the doctor said. You have the flu. Rest, Tylenol and fluids is what he prescribed.”
“Yeah, well, the flu stinks and I feel like it’s more than the flu.”
“Stop being so dramatic. I’ll make you some homemade chicken soup. That should help.”
Mike laid back, closed his eyes, and never dreamed again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
A Survivor’s Calling
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mouth agape, eyes widened with fear, I looked on to what my world had been. Everything I lived for was swept up in a distant array of mud, debris and…corpses. Even through my grief, I knew the landslide had chosen me, to avenge everyone’s lives that came to an end in this short, devastating moment. This was my calling, which I would live through for the rest of my life, bearing their dreams.
Standing strong, even until this day, I recall this distant memory. With tears beginning to well in my eyes I see hope glimmering from the future.
From Guest Contributor Danielle Simpfendorfer