June, 2020 Archives
Jun
The Book
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m already sitting in the grass, cross-legged, when you meet me after class. “I’m sorry,” I say as you sit. “I forgot your book.”
“Bring it Thursday.” You smile. “We’re almost done. I can’t wait.”
The rest of campus trudges past. I’ve had your favorite book for months—and I’m not forgetting it so much as I’m scared to give up this piece of you, the only one I have. “Won’t you miss this, once we’re done?” I ask. “It’s our last finals week.”
“Maybe someday,” you say, and look away.
In the evening sun your white t-shirt turns golden.
From Guest Contributor Natalie Schriefer
Natalie received her MFA from Southern Connecticut State University. She works as a freelance writer and editor. Home base: www.natalieschriefer.com
Jun
Confined By The Sea
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
NATURE SUBMISSION:
I watched as the minute breaking waves climbed the gentle slope of the beach, trying to get as far as possible. As the surf receded, complicated patterns formed in the tawny sand. The pendular movement repeated itself, together with the characteristic sound of the advancing and retreating water. But the smell of the shore at low tide, the taste of the salty spray, the feel of the breeze and the warmth of the early sun were missing. I tossed my mobile phone away and sighed – no video will ever replace the soothing experience of a simple walk by the sea.
From Guest Contributor Miguel Prazeres
Jun
The Natural In Nature
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
NATURE SUBMISSION:
“It’s all natural,” Kathy tells Gordon, her teenaged son. “We don’t use pesticides.”
She tears lettuce into bite-size pieces. Radishes lie on the chopping board next in line for the salad.
“But chemicals can fall from rain,” replies Gordon. He fills a glass with filtered water.
Bruno, seen through a window, is crouching between rows of spinach and lettuce in the garden.
Gordon cringes. “So much for natural. Think of all the junk that dog picks up along the way in his daily romps.”
“That’s nature,” says Kathy. “Can’t help what one is meant to do.”
“Certified organic?”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, stuffed animals and many friends.
Jun
Ghost Milk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Before going back to the backyard she checked on her husband and her two-month-old kid who were fast asleep. The bed was undone, the dishes were huddled up in the sink unwashed, the rugs were clumsily rolled up. She knew that the child would wake up in an hour exactly. Those midnight crying fits. Last Sunday the infant was inconsolably crying, craving for milk, while she was in the backyard. She wanted to feed him, but couldn’t. Her breasts were heavy with ghost milk. The newspaper on the table read, “Delhi woman electrocuted by wet electric pole in the backyard.”
From Guest Contributor Anindita Sarkar