Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Jan
Happy New Year
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The wind is howling, and the snow is heavy. New Year’s Eve and Times Square are scarce with the host’s expression one of weariness.
No one is here to celebrate, the weather keeping them home and comfortable by the television, probably sipping hot coffee as I’m doing, or maybe drinking wine or champagne to ring in the coming year.
I have the fireplace lit, bringing more warmth to my cold apartment. My dog Gatsby sits beside me, and we’re snuggled under a blanket.
The countdown begins.
And as the host gets to one, the electricity goes out.
Happy New Year.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Man-Eater
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It’s rare, but a fact that there are man-eating lions. My friend is dead because of one, attacked in his tent while sleeping. The screams and tearing of flesh are still vivid in my mind.
I hear the low growl and then it leaps from behind the trees. I point the rifle and as soon as it jumps to take me down, I fire one shot at its head, the lion falling on top of me dead, eyes unblinking. I roll the mighty beast off my body and stand.
I hear a roar. There’s a second.
This time I miss.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
The Savior
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mary held baby Jesus in her arms, coddling him from danger as Joseph watched. He was tiny and quiet, sleeping peacefully. Joseph touched Mary’s shoulder gently and she smiled. The animals surrounded them and watched as the family sat contentedly in joyful wonderment staring at the small gift. Mary, exhausted, stayed awake afraid to leave her newborn son out of her sight, but Joseph took him from her arms, and she laid back and fell into a deep sleep.
Joseph gazed at his son in awe, the miracle God granted them.
The Savior, Christ, who would sacrifice himself for others.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Angel
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My father always says Christmas is a time for family not gift giving. Me and my wife Lili tell my son the same, and it doesn’t fly. So, now I’m driving to the electronics store in the snow to purchase an Xbox video game.
His grades are excellent, and he cleans his room, so we figure, why not splurge, it’s Christmas season after all.
I enter the store and it’s busy with shoppers. There on the front table I see the game he wants. I nearly collapse at the price tag.
Now I know why he’s been such an angel.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Survival
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The bombs are exploding, but I don’t look back. My son is screaming, so I grab hold of his hand tightly and run.
Bullets riddle around us and people collapse to the ground. ‘Keep going’ my mind tells me and I do just that. The boat isn’t far, we just need to make it to the border.
“Hurry,” I say to George as he looks at me wide-eyed in fear. “There’s the boat he promised us. Quickly, get in.”
The rower says nothing as he helps us. His expression is of despair and loss.
We are the fortunate who survived.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Mayhem
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The last time I saw Clara, she was by the door waving goodbye after our passionate kiss. I still smelled the scent of her flowery perfume.
I wrote as often as I could, but the mail was not reliable. I received a letter a few weeks ago that our son was born healthy and named Brian Joseph after my brother who died a war hero.
I didn’t know when I’d see them. A loud noise awakened me from daydreaming, and I ran for cover.
The photo of my wife was destroyed in the mayhem when it dropped from my hands.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Thanksgiving
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Thanksgiving, a time to spend with family. The turkey is in the oven filled with my famous bread stuffing, the pumpkin pie is cooling, and the vegetables are ready to go.
I sip wine and watch the parade waiting for my company. It’s half past 4 o’clock. I told everyone to be here over an hour ago for anti-pasta.
My cell phone rings.
“Hey, Myra, sorry, but we all came down with the stomach flu. We’re not going to make it this year. Hopefully, we’ll see you at Christmas.”
I pack up my dinner and take it to a shelter.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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.
Nov
Sweet Freedom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mira closes her eyes and concentrates.
“Very good, Mira. This time you held your concentration and an apple appeared.”
Mira takes a hard bite of the fruit with a distasteful expression. She is telekinetic, and her parents sent her to a special school for young adults with the same talent. She hasn’t forgiven them.
“Try it again, only think larger.”
Mira resumes her position and raises her lips into a grin.
The roof caves in, and a black convertible appears, surrounded by falling rubble. Mira gets in, puts the car in gear and speeds through the debris into sweet freedom.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Chaos
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
George fires his rifle, and the bullet hits the enemy in the gut. The man lands with a thud, and blood drips from his mouth. George seeks cover in a nearby ditch, men screaming and dying all around. The sun is fading, and the firing hasn’t stopped. He can’t stay there any longer. One of his comrades jumps in.
“Charles, we need to get out soon or we’ll be sitting ducks.”
They wait until the firing slows and run.
George gets to the other side, but Charles gets fatally shot in the chaos.
George continues running and never looks back.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher