Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Aug
The Sea
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The gentle ripple of the waves soothes me, as I listen to the seagulls flying above searching for prey. A mother is helping her young son build a sandcastle while keeping an eye out for her daughter. “Don’t go too far out,” she bellows.
The ocean splashes against my legs and seaweed gets caught in-between my toes. I chortle and kick my feet, releasing it back into the water. I love the sea, its openness and the people who come to get away from everyday life.
The ocean is a world of its own, and the world is the ocean.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Life’s Surprises
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m walking along the parks path and the sun is so hot, sweat drips down my neck. The trees are full of sparrows chirping in unison, and the benches are full of elderly men reading the newspaper or just staring ahead. One man is eating chips and crumbs stick to his mustache. I chortle and move along. Mothers with children, some eating ice cream, drop sprinkles on the ground and the ants come in droves.
It’s days like this I don’t take for granted. Life is full of surprises and I never know what will be, once I start radiation.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Glimmer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The rain is pounding on the window and I see water seeping through the sill. I put towels to block it, but to no avail, and the dogs are barking uncontrollably, pacing back and forth at the clap of thunder and lightning. With nothing else to do, I sit and wait for it to pass. A summer storm doesn’t usually last long.
“Three o’clock, I must’ve fallen asleep.” The dogs are beside me on the couch plopped down with their tails wagging.
I look out the window and see abundant sunshine. In the distance a glimmer of a rainbow appears.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Drowning Memories
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Alex listened to the waves crashing against the shoreline while seagulls flew above, searching for prey. The sun beamed on his face and he wished he had worn a hat.
He walked the beach, the hot sand stinging his toes. Boats sailed in the distance and he wondered what it would feel like to be free of land, but that thought dissipated. His mind shifted to when he almost drowned and his father pulled him from the water shouting his name, punching his chest until he spit up.
His father was now the one drowning, of a disease called cancer.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
When The Heart Aches
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The anguish of losing a loved one aches the heart. Henry knew this too well as he walked the cemetery grounds to his wife’s grave, carrying a dozen red roses, her favorite flower.
The scent of spring was in the air. The nearby sparrows chirped without a care, and the squirrels climbed the trees. Henry, too busy making sure the roses were placed perfectly leaning against the stone, didn’t notice.
Henry kissed her name on the stone. “I’ll be back next week, my lovely Serena,” he said and walked away.
A gentle breeze blew a rose petal in the air.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
In That Moment
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Chuck entered the car in a hurry and drove off, tires screeching. His wife, Hallie, was in surgery and he promised to be there when she awakened. He sipped his Starbucks coffee and wondered when the traffic would let up, cursing and punching the steering wheel.
After an hour, the cars started moving and Chuck sped up determined to make it on time, when his cell rang. He turned and grabbed the phone. In that one moment his eyes were off the road, he swerved and crashed into a guardrail.
Chuck would be at the hospital, but not for Hallie.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
A Normal Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Bree walked up the subway steps into the abundant sunshine. It was a beautiful fall day, and the streets were filled with pedestrians hurrying to work. Cars honked and buses came to a halt at their designated stops. It was a normal day in the city of Manhattan.
Bree stopped for a bagel and tea at the cart in front of her building. The owner greeted her good morning and handed her the lightly buttered bagel and tea, sweetened with Equal and skim milk. After paying, she turned.
The rumble under her feet would be a moment she’d never forget.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Echoes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The crowd echoes in the distance. My feet are in position, and my hands above my head. Mozart plays as I gracefully glide across the ice. The judges eyes weigh on me as I prepare for my triple axel.
I take a deep breath and jump mid-air, landing perfectly on my left foot. The crowd roars.
I did my best, but there’s still more skaters ahead.
I wave to the crowd and pick up the freshly bloomed roses. As I make my exit, my skate lace becomes loose, and I trip, hitting my head against the wall.
The roses fall.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Emptiness
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Toniann held her infant daughter close to her chest. She hummed and rocked looking at her tiny eyelids, gently pressing her face against baby’s fragile skin.
The nurse came in to take her, but Toniann pleaded for a few more minutes. She loved the feel of her small body in her arms.
Kurt gently reached to remove the baby from Toniann’s arms. “Honey, it’s time to let the nurse take her.”
Toniann struggled at first, but then released her daughter into the hands of her husband. Emptiness filled her heart.
She’d never feel the soft touch of her daughter again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Last Days Of Summer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Charles Delany stepped off the horse and buggy. In front of him a white
shingled wood house with a porch, surrounded by an abundance of trees,
overlooked the ocean. He removed his hat and walked slowly up the
pathway to the porch. He sat on the wooden bench and took it all in,
listening to the waves slapping against the fishing dock.
“Okay, son, this’ll be your home for the summer. The doctor said the
fresh air and trees are good for your condition.”
Charles nodded and when his father walked away, he coughed clumps of red
into his handkerchief.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher