Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Jul
River Of Memories
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Fishel sent his wife and two boys away even though Adella insisted they stay until his fever broke. He wouldn’t hear of it. The “Wolves” could arrive at any moment, and he didn’t want to risk his family.
Fishel’s temperature raged, and he became delirious, his wife a constant vision. Too weak to travel, he went to bed, fell into a deep slumber, and dreamt of his family.
Stomping and yelling awakened him from his pleasant dream.
Four Nazi’s burst through the door, guns pointed at Fishel’s face.
“Get up Jew.”
He obeyed and left a river of memories behind.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Hylas
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
The journey with Hercules was arduous. We sailed the ominous sea, and the storm destroyed our ship. Stranded, with few survivors, I searched for a lake to quench our thirst.
As I came to a clear, calm stream, a lovely naked woman rose before me, her long black hair drenched and covering her breasts. She pulled me under with the strength of a man, as other women surrounded me.
“Relax, Hylas, we are here to please you.” Her voice melodious and soothing.
I drifted for what seemed an eternity and surfaced as if nothing had happened.
The ritual began again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Making Textiles
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Kneeling on the hard ground making textiles is an arduous task when the sun is beaming, but the heat is worse indoors. The brick wall of my home blocks the air flow and sweat trickles down my forehead.
My husband Mario is walking up the path after a long day of working in the fields.
“Maria, please come inside now. It is time to cook dinner.”
“I’ll be just a minute.”
I pack my belongings and go home.
Mario and our boy are laughing and singing a mellifluous tune while setting the dinner table.
My heart is full of love.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Abedabun
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Abedabun weaves baskets while her father makes arrowheads. The sun is warm against her face and she tires of the mundane ritual but does not complain when her father rubs a droplet of sweat from her cheek with affection.
Her mother is by the river collecting herbs, humming in tune with the birds, while her brother and sister collect insects for amusement.
Hiawatha, the finest young man in the tribe, approaches Abedabun and her father with a token of marriage, a deer slung over his broad shoulders.
She stops her work and looks to her father.
Hiawatha’s token is accepted.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Determination
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Through the stained-glass window, the heat of the sun beams on my face while mellifluous birds chirp in unison. I yearn to be outside on this spring day, listening to the sounds of nature, and children’s chortles, but my body lays limp.
Something is wrong. The hospital is bustling, and I hear shouting. “He is coding!” The doctor is giving orders and then I hear the sound of the defibrillator.
“Clear!” Thump. “Again.” “Clear!” Thump. “Again.” “Clear!” Thump.
The monitor steadies and the doctor sighs relief. “He has stabilized. This patient is determined.”
After my arduous episode, I rest soundly.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Victory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The force of the sword against my shield knocked me to the ground. As the sword came toward me, I turned and pushed myself up. I could barely see through my protective head shield and the sweat dripped down my face. The man, large and fierce, came at me again, and the clanking of our swords filled the arena.
One of us would die, slaves no one cared about.
In one last attempt, I lunged, stuck my sword into his side and twisted. He moaned, collapsing to the ground face down. The crowd cheered.
I raised my hands in victory.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Sea Angel
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Silvia, sound asleep, pleasantly dreamed of the beach, her solace.
She relished the sound of the ocean splashing against the dock, and the warm breeze against her face, when a beautiful image ascended from the water. A lovely sea angel flapped its white wings, and a halo gleamed above her head. The glowing angel approached Silvia and told her she would be her protector, then placed her translucent hand on Silvia’s forehead.
Silvia awakened calmed and ready to start her day. She showered, dressed, and left for work.
When she returned that evening, a glimmering halo lay on her pillow.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
My Father
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My father says it’s okay to be scared, but now it’s time to be brave. I trust and look up to him, so when he tells me to hide under the floorboard because the Nazis are coming, I do so.
There’s banging at the front door, and then it bursts open. Footsteps and yelling are what I hear. My legs are cramped and I’m sweating from my forehead to my cheeks.
My father is crying, pleading with the Nazis and I feel helpless hiding. I want to show myself, but I’m too frightened.
Gunshot, thump, silence.
My father is dead.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Mending Hearts
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Olivia’s heart is broken since her husband Stan’s death. His cancer so brutal, she’d weep alone in the bathroom. Her spirits lift slightly when her son, his wife, and their daughter visit, but when they leave it’s difficult to be alone. One morning Olivia is awakened by stomping on the stairs. She regrets giving her son the spare key. The bedroom door bursts open and her granddaughter Molly is holding a white and brown spotted purring kitten. “Grandma, this is your new husband,” little Molly says. “Can you name him Stan like grandpa,” she asks. Some hearts can be mended.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Host
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I have chips and salsa ready for when the family arrives for Super Bowl Sunday.
The last time I hosted, I ran out of snacks and had to drive to the convenience store to stock up. I missed the most important play of the game and it’s not the same watching it on DVR.
They’re coming up the driveway.
I go to get the beer and my refrigerator sticks. I have to yank it and all the beer bottles fall, break, and spill on the floor.
Looks like I’ll be heading to the store and watching the game on DVR.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher