Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Oct
The Manor
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The enormous house consisted of large acres of land with an abundance of flower and vegetable gardens. Violet’s only companion was her cat Missy.
She walked down the basement steps, the kerosene lamp, her only light. The stairs creaked and the ghastly noise churned her stomach.
When Violet reached the top shelf and grabbed a bucket, something brushed her leg. Startled, she tripped, fell, and hit her head unconscious. Missy pawed her arm until she awakened.
“Missy, don’t do that again.” Violet rubbed her lump and walked upstairs with Missy trailing behind.
In the basement, the deceased prior owner chortled.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M.Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Unspoken Memory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Memories surfaced as the woman on the balcony leaned against the balustrade, her young daughter beside her.
She had been joyfully preparing to tell him the wonderful news. She cooked a special dinner and waited for his return from work. She opened the bedroom window, breathed in the fresh spring air, and watched the passersby. A group of people gathered near a stopped buggy. Tears rolled down her cheek. There had been no mistake. It was his still body.
She gently hugged her daughter and watched the young girl’s red hair blow in the breeze. The same color as his.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Beauty Of Life
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Walking through the park’s garden, the fresh scent of grass and flowers soothes me. The leaves are slowly blowing in the breeze and the chipmunks race around the path.
Children are laughing and playing baseball while their parents proudly watch, and it reminds me of my own childhood summers, playing catch with my friends while my father coached us on our throws.
I wish I could go back and be young again, but I can’t change time. I’m elderly, brittle and fortunate to be able to walk at my age.
This is why I’m thankful for the beauty of life.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Hope
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rachel’s hands icy cold and legs so frail she could hardly stand, she gagged from her own body odor. The babbling of the malnourished became constant and she tuned them out. Her skin was riddled with bug bites, her teeth loosed from lack of nourishment, and her lips craved water. Rachel’s crime was being Jewish, and the suffering had only begun. She didn’t know where the train was going, but knew it was bad.
In the last minutes of her life, when she and the others breathed in the noxious gas in the dark enclosed chamber, she adhered to hope.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Fate
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Cold and hungry, I shivered on the platform.
Everything had been taken. The silverware from Grandmother Petra, tossed in a bag, was a knife to the heart. All our valuable paintings, ripped from the walls and tossed into a pile, was too much for my husband Jenko. He protested and got a bullet in the head. I held my chin high without weeping.
I’m alone, except for the hundreds of people waiting to board the train and wondering where we are going.
I lowered my head and pressed my hand against “The Star of David,” sewed onto my fraying coat.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Giant Ship
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I listened to the sound of the waves smack against the giant ship, closed my eyes and pictured my wife’s face. Her radiant smile and long blond hair made my heart pulsate. Soon we’d be together once we docked in New York, and she’d be waiting for me with open arms and our son. I relished the thought.
I dropped the picture when the ship shuddered. I opened the door and panicked people filled the hallway.
“What happened?” I asked out loud.
“Titanic has hit an iceberg,” answered a fidgety man.
I went back into my cabin.
Titanic wouldn’t sink.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Irony
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m very excited to announce the winner of our Hubris Flash Fiction Contest, from regular contributor Lisa Scuderi-Burkimsher. I hope that winning doesn’t go to her head!
Congratulations Lisa! And thank you to everyone who submitted to the contest. It was difficult picking just one.
Bill combed his hair, gave a thumbs up to his reflection in the mirror and then left.
He walked with a swagger and passing bystanders cussed him.
“It’s a pandemic, wear a mask, idiot,” yelled an irate man from across the street.
Bill flipped him the finger and continued.
When he arrived at his cousin’s barbecue, he was stopped at the back gate.
“You can’t come in here without a mask,” said his cousin, Mark.
“Come on, man, I never get sick.”
Mark slammed the gate in his face.
Bill stood for a moment before walking away and then sneezed.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Lucif And Mi
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
Lucif turns to his friend Mi. “Let’s go.”
“Nonsense, we have yet to explore.”
“With days of darkness, how can this be a safe home for our families.”
“No, we are staying.”
Lucif makes a run for the spaceship. He almost reaches the lever for the door when Mi pulls him back, knocking him to the ground. They struggle and with one sweeping kick, Mi flies in the air and lands hard on his head, yellow eye wide open. He is dead.
Lucif leans over his friend and closes his eye, then heads to the ship.
He is going home.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Fond Memory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As I lifted my daughter in the air, her melodious laughter echoed. My wife waved and set the picnic table, her long blond hair blowing in the breeze. The birds chirped in unison and the squirrels scampered searching for food. The sun beamed without a cloud in the sky and I relished the day.
“Let’s go eat my little one,” I took her small hand in mine.
I sipped cold water and it cooled my insides. I kissed my wife on the lips and my daughter on the forehead, their smiles branded in my mind.
Tomorrow I leave for war.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Melodious Birds
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Erik sat silently in the small attic, fatigued, and his legs aching from being crunched together in the confined space. His father had told him to stay quietly hidden until the birds chirped.
Before the gunshot, his mother screamed. His father yelled a profanity, then he heard another gunshot and muffled his cries.
As Erik awakened, the birds sang. He slowly opened the creaking door and went downstairs.
In the kitchen, his parents bloodied bodies laid on the floor and a Nazi soldier stood against the wall.
“Ich habe gewartet.” I’ve been waiting.
A gun was aimed at Erik’s head.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher