Posts Tagged ‘Husband’
Dec
Every Mickle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The local Farmers’ Bank went belly up.
It was a cooperative concern, like many in the region. The Secretary of the Bank had taken a loan in her late husband’s name on forged documents. Almost all the staffers either embezzled or connived with the defalcators.
Investors, most of them traders and peasants, were shell-shocked. Some blamed themselves for their imprudence while others huddled indecisively.
Kali, the old woman who sold candles, also had a deposit in the bank.
As the bank’s director exited from his car, she confronted him.
“Where’s my money?” Kali yelled, catching the man by his collar.
From Guest Contributor Sathyajith Panachikal
Sathyajith. P.S has reconciled himself to the reality that it is impossible to be reborn in an ancient past with a smartphone and internet connection. Currently, he is trying in real earnest to regain the originality he had when he first chanced upon this planet.
Nov
Live
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Fuhrer took everything. My husband, two sons, and our home that had been in the family for years. I’m all that’s left. The war is over, but who and what do I have to go back to. I lived through the filth and disease when everyone else was dying and there had been nothing I could do.
When the Americans arrived and liberated the camps, I fell to my knees and wept. I couldn’t believe it was over.
It’s tragic and my heart aches every-day, but I will continue to live, if not for myself then for my family.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Lisa has been writing since 2010 and has had many micro-flash fiction stories published. In 2018 her book, Shorts for the Short Story Enthusiasts, was published, and The Importance of Being Short in 2019. Her most recent book In A Flash, was published in the spring of 2022.
She currently resides on Long Island, New York with her husband Richard and dogs Lucy and Breanna.
Oct
Caught
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The car is in park, with the air-conditioner cranked. I finish my ice-cold soda, and would like another, but I’m not leaving this spot. It’s broad daylight and people are walking to work or taking their kids to school. I can’t wait until this is over so I can go home and get some much-needed sleep. A cold beer and cool shower will do nicely too.
She exits the apartment wrapped in his arms passionately kissing. I snap the photos with my cell phone and text the pictures to her husband. I put the car in drive.
My payment awaits.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
He’s Not Coming Back
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“He’s not coming back, honey.”
“Don’t say that Daddy.”
“Baby, maybe it’s for the best.”
With that, Charlotte wailed and ran out of the living room crying. “You always hated him, didn’t you?”
Robert followed his only daughter into the kitchen. “I hated how he treated you. But he’s your husband.”
“He’s always come back.”
“You mean after he puts you in the ER?
“Not helpful.”
“Perhaps you’re right, he’ll come back. I need to go for a drive and give you some space.” Robert thought it best he get rid of the shovel from the back of his truck.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
Apr
Escape Route
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Nadia rushes through the streets. Gunfire and bombs go off in the near distance and people are scrambling, and screaming, knocking into her while sweat drips down the nape of her neck. Her breath is shallow from the heat and clouds of black smoke fill the air. She uses her sleeve to cover her face from breathing in the toxic fumes, but she coughs heavily. She prays her husband is safe, but she hasn’t heard a word since he left to fight for their country.
She reaches the bridge.
A bomb explodes creating darkness and the bridge collapses beneath her.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Settled, Unsettled
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The atmosphere had been charged all day so when the storm started neither of them was surprised. The husband settled in to read; the wife paced the room unsettled.
“What if,” she said, then paused at the window, watching the rain lash against the panes.
“Hmmn?” He responded, bookmarking his place with a finger to listen.
“What if,” she continued, contemplating the unleashing storm, “we got a divorce?”
“Are you angry, disappointed, frustrated, sad, or joking?” he asked in reply.
She turned to then contemplate him. “Does it matter?”
“Whatever you want,” he said, and returned to reading his book.
Melissa Ridley Elmes
Melissa is a Virginia native currently living in Missouri in an apartment that delightfully approximates a hobbit-hole. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Reunion; The Dallas Review Online, Eye to the Telescope, Star*Line, Gyroscope, In Parentheses, and other print and web venues, and her first book of poetry, Arthurian Things: A Collection of Poems, was published by Dark Myth Publications in 2020. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram @MRidleyElmes
Feb
Not Today
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sam’s touched up face, slicked brown hair and embalmed body, reminded me that he really was gone.
I sat in the front row as family and friends approached, the same words spoken repeatedly.
“We’re so sorry for your loss, Janny.”
The room filled with flowers, from bleeding hearts to white lilies gave an aroma of a florist rather than a wake.
The priest began to speak, and the room quieted, except for my weeping.
Cancer took my husband too early. He’ll never see his daughter graduate college.
Now I must break the news of my Parkinson’s disease. But not today.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Add One More Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Positive and quarantined at home, my days edge along like a snail. Immersed in social media and Netflix, suddenly, I gasp for oxygen. Panting for a breath, I’m rushed to the hospital. Tethered to oxygen, I yearn to hug and cradle my child. I have to bake her birthday cake. I want to see her victorious smile when I lose at UNO. I must leave a lingering kiss on my husband’s lips. Flustered by my thoughts, I inhale into darkness.
Cool air blows as the blanket is snatched off me. “Mom, the Zoom password is incorrect.” I breathe in relief.
From Guest Contributor Hetal Shah
Hetal graduated with her Bachelor of Commerce from SIES. She lives in Mumbai with her husband, son, and daughter. She rekindled her hobby of writing over the past year. She is the winner of Mumbai Poetry League 2020, and her poem was published in an anthology by Poets of Mumbai called Guldastaa A Bouquet of Poems. She also writes flash fiction, and has been published twice on 101words.org. She loves to read, and especially enjoys reading and writing stories of romance and everyday life. Besides writing, she enjoys cooking new cuisines, traveling, and singing.
Aug
Voice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Philip, my husband, gently massages the knot in my shoulder. “Are you ready?”
Turning, I kiss him on the lips. “Of course.”
My daughter is playing with her grandmother, talking gibberish. This is for her future as much as it is for mine. She will be more than a housewife.
I grab my banner, walk out the door and join the parade of women marching down “Fifth Avenue.”
It may not happen today or tomorrow, but we will keep on going until we’re equal.
With Philip smiling and watching from the sidewalk, I feel confident our voice will be heard.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
The Price Of Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The ozone scent of the ocean reminds me how much I have sacrificed to be here: friends, family, home, heritage.
Was it worth it? Most days, yes, but on black days – every step painful – I find myself back before the water.
Mother warned me. But I knew better. “You don’t choose who you fall for.”
“Mark my words, no good came of such a union.”
I brushed it aside – another of her fables.
He is a devoted husband, but he cannot bridge the loneliness.
I lose myself in the roaring of the waves: a world I can no longer enter.
From Guest Contributor Iqbal Hussain