March, 2025 Archives
Mar
Deep Slumber
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Every part of my body ached; and my hair was pasted to the pillow from sweat. My lips were dry, yearning for water, but I couldn’t drink with the tube down my throat. I’m in the hospital, but what happened?
There’s movement around me, but it’s just a blurred mess. My head feels as if it was struck with a hammer, the pain shooting down to my neck.
I heard voices.
“She needs surgery to remove the swelling. Sarah suffered severe head trauma in the accident.”
Is that a doctor?
Slowly I’m being moved and sedated into a deep slumber.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Mel Finishes the Week
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
His week at the coin-operated laundromat finally over, Mel wished for nothing more, after a meal of mac & cheese, than a night of uninterrupted sleep.
So, now in REM sleep, he was able to dream, to put his Uncle’s laundromat behind him.
To recover.
But what the…
It was his Uncle Leo, bursting into Mel’s dream of sleeping on laundry. There’s something pleasant about lying on towels and underwear at your work.
“I don’t pay you to sleep. Take this mop, Mel.”
All that night he spent mopping.
Mopping and mopping linoleum until the morning, when he awoke exhausted.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Mar
Best Friends Forever
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Michael sits on the dock with his feet dangling in the water. Frank lounges next to him, his nose alert for danger or snacks.
Perhaps they will go for a walk along the lake, or follow the dried creek bed up to the moss tree. Or Michael might grab a fishing pole from the shed and spend the afternoon at the shady shore. Frank would probably rather chase squirrels and rabbits in the grassy meadow.
It’s the kind of day that you want to freeze in time and make it last forever.
The kind of day made for best friends.