Posts Tagged ‘Krystyna Fedosejevs’
Dec
Wife’s Helper
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
John flipped his wife’s shopping list and reached for the phone in his jacket. No charge.
He caught a nearby shopper.
“Excuse me, what are these,” he pointed to the list.
“Try the seafood counter,” was the reply.
Once there, John asked, “Do you have scal…?”
“Scallops?” the server interjected. “Half a pound? They’re pricey.”
John placed the package into his basket. “Where do I find this,” he showed the same man.
“Rubber scrapers in kitchen gadgets.”
“Thank you.”
When John arrived home, his wife unpacked the bags.
“I’m allergic to shellfish!” she shrilled. “Where are the scallions
and capers?”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Dec
Last Box
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Meat grinder?” I asked.
Arnold laughed. “Strange guess, sis’.”
“Not at all. Grandma kept her favorite possessions even when she
couldn’t use them anymore.”
Arnold shook the box. Contents moved.
“She grinded roasts for cabbage rolls and meatloaf,” I added.
The overhead light flickered as it swayed. I shivered.
“Let’s carry the box downstairs,” I said. “I hate attics.”
“Why, you’re scared?” Arnold snickered.
I followed my brother into the kitchen. Inside the box we found
parcels wrapped in Christmas print. Each labelled with tags spelling
out names of the family.
Grandma didn’t have a chance to give them out.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Oct
Sam
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sam was a contradiction. He wore shirts partially tucked in with socks often mismatched. His hair combed in glossy strokes.
He tiptoed to his office cubicle ignoring everyone. They ignored him. Except for Anne who monitored his quota. It must’ve been adequate for he continued to pass me at the reception desk.
One day, I didn’t notice the scent of his signature aftershave. Nor saw his forlorn face staring at the patterned floor as he entered.
A radio news feature announced him as a “person of interest.” Missing. His apartment trashed.
Suddenly, everyone at the office became interested in Sam.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
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.
Sep
Lure Of The Surf
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Chatter heightened in a resort restaurant.
“She’s a striking beauty,” someone blurted. “Out surfing every day,”
another added. “Can’t miss.”
Ken placed lunch servings before the patrons, imagining running into
someone like that.
When work ended, he headed for the beach. Between relationships,
feeling low, he sought peace by the sea. Surfers dotted distant
sparkling waters. Their faces couldn’t be distinguished.
Next day, Ken served the same group of diners who had talked so
passionately about the mystery woman.
“She’s walking ashore holding a surfboard,” someone shouted.
Everyone, including Ken, turned to look out the window.
It was his sister.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Aug
Clothesline
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Something landed in our yard,” I announced.
Harold unlocked the backdoor, glanced around.
“Softball,” he hollered. “Next door thugs peering over our fence.
Undies on their clothesline again.”
“I’m cooking. How about returning the ball?”
“Nope. They know where it is,” Harold grumbled holding a newspaper.
When the doorbell rang, he answered. Two boys asked permission to
retrieve their ball.
“Nice kids. Better than the previous neighbors. Remember, they hung
sheets on that silly clothesline to avoid talking with us.”
I looked out the kitchen window.
Our neighbor had taken down the underwear. Sheets strung the length of
the clothesline.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Jun
Trepidation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Landslide. Highway closed. Closest motel, five miles back.
The adjoining restaurant was packed. I sat at a table with a couple
and their three high-spirited children. Rain fogged our window.
Someone outdoors fleeted past us.
“Creek flooded road to my cabin,” an elderly gent spoke as we both
exited. “Why are you here?”
I wiped my eyeglasses pretending not to hear. “Can you please walk me
to my room.”
He laughed. “Why, you scared?”
“I saw a prowler earlier.”
He obliged.
Next day’s news revealed that a bear had to be tranquilized on the
grounds, taken back into the woods.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Published
at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words,
Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press),
ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
May
Nothing To Spare
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Yours? Mine? Arguments. Ideologies differ. Attempt to build bridge between us. Links missing. Structure collapses. Earth? Water? No collaboration. Excuses made. Stubbornness. Misunderstandings. Light? Dark? We try meeting at middle ground. Concluding we can’t agree. Not in thought, time or space. Coffee’s gone cold. I mind. He doesn’t. Ketchup smeared on fridge door. I wipe off. Mustard appears. Grass is greener over there, he says. I don’t care. I prefer wildflowers. He repaints the scene with concrete. I’m younger, by two years exact. Can hardly wait for… Brother leaves for college. Forgets his toothbrush. I throw it into his room.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Feb
Ice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We stopped by a lake. Saw the sky stratified in blues, greys, and white. Felt frosty air thicken.
“She’s golden,” Sonny said as he watched the leader dog devour caribou. “Saved me from drowning through ice.”
I closed the thermos emptied of coffee, positioned myself on the sled. Sonny yelled out a command. The team of six malamutes sprung us forward.
“Reckon we can make two miles before nightfall,” he said. “Set up camp.”
“What’s over there?” I asked.
“Remnants of igloos.”
More commands. Our sled slid faster. Ice crackling beneath us.
Night approached with spirits of the past watching.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Jan
In Darkness…Light
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I helped move your walker over the curb. You listened as I shared my emotional grief. We became friends.
One day I drove to meet you. Snow fell in sheets. The unknown lurked beneath. I swerved, stopped. Not far, the lake within walking distance.
Cabins sent curls of wood stove smoke into late autumn air. I would see yours with a candle at the window and you behind, waiting for me.
Years passed. With them storms I couldn’t control. Passing of friendships, from start to finish. Even ours. Candles lit. Extinguished.
I read your obituary. Memories touched with an afterglow.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.