Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Oct
It’s Not What It Seems
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mike, feverish, tossed in bed. Head aching and muscles tense, he dreamed of the beach, the hot sun beating on his face, when a voice awakened him.
“Babe, how are you feeling,” asked his wife Liz.
“My body feels like a truck hit it.”
“You heard what the doctor said. You have the flu. Rest, Tylenol and fluids is what he prescribed.”
“Yeah, well, the flu stinks and I feel like it’s more than the flu.”
“Stop being so dramatic. I’ll make you some homemade chicken soup. That should help.”
Mike laid back, closed his eyes, and never dreamed again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Natural Beauty
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Todd places a bouquet of red roses on his wife’s grave. The rain pelts down and the flowers wither. He sighs and kneels on the muddy ground, tears filling his eyes. Drenched from head to toe, he doesn’t care. It’s been two months since Maria died from cancer and his chest aches. He has no family, only his job to keep him company.
“I miss you, Maria. I wish it had been me instead.”
Weeping, Todd somberly rises to his feet and walks to his car.
After several minutes, the rain stops and the roses return to their natural beauty.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Waiting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Johnny sat in the waiting room, with sweaty palms, anxiously awaiting the doctor’s results. His eyes searched the area and came across a plump brunette sneezing into her handkerchief. She stuffed it back into her purse and Johnny cringed. He hated germs.
Finally, the nurse called Johnny into Dr. Lovell’s office.
“Johnny, you are perfectly healthy. I called you in because I want you to see a therapist to control your obsessive behavior with germs. Here’s a reputable doctor.” He handed Johnny the paper. “Go home and stop worrying.”
Johnny, relieved, left, but not before sanitizing his hands with Purell.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Never Forget
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was a warm sunny day on September 11, 2001. Lori remembered the towers imploding, the sadness and knot in her chest from the horror. She never forgot the sight of human bodies dropping to the ground as she watched from the window with watery eyes and shaking hands. She paced the floor as her other colleagues stayed silently glued to the window. The only words were those on the phone for panicked loved ones.
Sixteen years later, on a warm sunny day, the names of the victims are televised and read by grieving family members.
Lori will never forget.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
The Unexpected Drive Home
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The rain pelted against the windshield and traffic was at a standstill. Impatient drivers honked their horns to no avail and I tuned them out with my radio. Finally, the traffic began to move, but the rain didn’t let up. Every car was crawling. My stomach gurgled from hunger and my throat was parched. It had been two hours.
As I reached the drawbridge crossing there was an ambulance. Two cars collided head-on and a body laid on the ground covered with a black tarpaulin.
I shut off the radio and drove the rest of the ride home in silence.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
A Loving Wife
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Debra sat beside her husband’s hospital bed, the click of the monitor a regular tune in her head. Barry laid there, his breathing calm and steady. Seeing him hooked up to tubes and unconscious was an unbearable sight. Still, she read to him daily and hoped he heard, but his eyes never opened. It had been one year since his car accident. Trauma to the brain was what the doctor called it.
“I love you, Barry, but it’s time to let you go,” she gently kissed his lips.
As the doctor unplugged the monitor, Debra watched Barry’s chest stop moving.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
The Beauty Of Summertime
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sarah sat on the beach swooshing her toes through the hot sand. In the near distance, two young girls were building a sand castle, arguing about who was the better swimmer. Sarah turned up the radio and tuned them out. She closed her eyes and let the warm ocean breeze sooth her tension. With a smile on her face she listened to the waves, in between her favorite songs.
“What a beautiful day,” she said.
Within minutes the sun disappeared and it began to thunder and lightning. Seconds later Sarah was drenched and running to her car, the day ruined.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
A Special Bond
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m sitting on the couch with Lucy on my lap and Breanna running laps around the living room. My Shih-Tzus, my furry friends.
Lucy is older than Breanna, but smaller. She stands her ground when Breanna gets out of line with a fierce growl. Breanna plays with every toy, while Lucy enjoys curling up on my lap or turning over for a stomach rub.
Breanna is in constant motion. When her batteries finally run out, she plops down, wags her golden tail and Lucy watches on with her big brown eyes.
I love them. My furry friends, my furry daughters.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
A Fool For Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Timothy stepped out into the cold evening air and briskly walked to the flower shop to buy a dozen red roses to propose to his girlfriend Isabelle. He had the ring in his inside coat pocket and his proposal branded in his memory.
Timothy pulled out his wallet. “A dozen red roses, please.”
“Big night, sir,” the cashier asked.
“I’m proposing to my girlfriend,” Timothy answered while fumbling for change.
“Good luck, to you.”
“Thanks.”
When Timothy arrived, stunned from what he saw through the living room window, he dropped the roses. Isabelle and his brother Tony were passionately kissing.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Happier Times
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Lindsey searched the attic for old family photos. Her dad had just passed away from Alzheimer’s and she wanted to make a collage for the funeral. Through dust and cobwebs she came across the box. She found the photo of her and her dad when she was five-years-old. The Ferris wheel was scary to her young eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you to hold your hand.” She heard her dad’s voice.
She pressed the picture close to her chest. Then she placed the picture in the pile of memories she’d cherish from happier times before his disease took him.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher