Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Aug
Repose
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The warmth of the spring sun filled my body with repose. I laid back and looked up at the sky. The blueness bright and cheery awakened my eyes to ebullience.
I let the small rowboat drift on its own while the sound of ducks quacked and flapped their wings bathing in the lake. Nature was all around me. Birds chirped, on the shore frogs hopped, crabs crawled on the sand, and tree leaves quietly blew in the slight breeze.
I closed my eyes and soaked it all in, storing every sound and image in my mind.
Tomorrow, I start anew.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Gone Fishing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The fish hook didn’t stir in the stillness of the water.
There’s a dark, ominous look in the sky. Not the sunny, warm weather the forecasters predicted.
The shore wasn’t far, so I stayed on course and waited. I wished I had something to drink. The air was humid, and my lips quenched water.
In the tiny row boat, I felt lonely, especially since no one else was on the lake and my only companions were the birds chirping in the trees.
A bolt of lightning filled the sky, followed by claps of thunder.
Then the downpour.
No fish today.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Resistance
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The bomb exploded and debris collapsed all around. Covered in dust and choking from dryness, I ran to the alley. A sharp pain in my leg, I realized I had a large gash. I tore the sleeve of my shirt and wrapped my leg to stop the bleeding. With the gestapo in the area and people screaming, I stayed put.
After hours of cramped space and agonizing discomfort, I got up from the ground and limped to the safe house where my team awaited.
The resistance would be pleased with my finding and hopefully the allies would be here soon.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Dr. Marks
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Dr. Marks observes Tommy. “How are you feeling?”
Tommy fidgets. “Okay.”
Dr. Marks writes on her pad and then looks at Tommy again. “Tell me about your friend Sal.”
“He stands up for me when the other kids are mean. Isn’t that right, Sal?” Tommy turns to the empty chair next to him.
“Tommy, was Sal there when Charlie took your lunch?”
“Yeah, he hit him with his history book.”
Dr. Marks writes more notes.
“Tommy, you’re going to be staying here for a while.
“Me and Sal?”
Dr. Marks places a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Yes, you and Sal.”
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Last Breath
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My heart aches when I look at the faded photo of my wife. I place it back in my pocket and lean over the trench, rifle in position.
The tanks approach and deep down I know it’s an impossible situation, but I run onto the field shooting, the tanks firing back, hitting me, and my body thrown midair.
Charles, my friend, pulls me into a ditch and I manage to gesture to my pants pocket. Charles reaches in and pulls out the picture and hands it to me.
With the photo clutched to my chest, I take my last breath.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Until Death
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I rode my bicycle past the Nazis they laughed and threw rocks at me. They hated our kind, and it was time to leave. I had no family, and lived in a small apartment alone, so it wouldn’t take long to pack. I neatly folded my suits and placed them into the luggage. I took the money I saved, stuffed it inside my jacket pocket, took one last look around and walked out the door to the train station.
A few months later, the Jewish families were rounded up and taken to camps.
My heart would ache until death.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Saturday Jog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jogging through the park, I keep the pace feeling energetic and free. The breeze against my cheeks feels refreshing and the chirping birds fill the air with song.
It’s crowded for a Saturday morning and parents are up early with their children. I pass two women pushing their young children on the swings as the boys soar high and chortle. Other joggers pass and smile contently.
I finish my lap and take a seat on the bench gulping water.
After breakfast and a shower, I will go about my regular weekend visiting my dad in the nursing home memory unit.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Victory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The air is ominous, and lightning brightens the sky. I hold onto the mountain with both hands. I’m an avid climber, but the weather forecast is wrong. The sky is not abundant sunshine.
With each step I take, I use all my energy to endure and sustain my worries. All I need to do is take a deep breath.
The rain is heavy, and I feel the weight of it baring down. Just a few more steps. I can do this.
I reach the peak and use all my strength to pull myself up.
I wave my hands in victory.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Doctor Burke
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Doctor Burke’s hands are steadfast as he performs the intricate surgery. The patient has lost blood and the bullet is lodged in his abdomen.
Nurse Benson hands him the scalpel and he gently removes the bullet, but the patient begins to code. Burke uses the defibrillator and after several attempts the man flatlines. The time of death is 3:52pm.
Nurse Benson approaches. “You did everything you could.”
On the way home, all he thinks about is the loss.
When he walks in the door, his wife is waiting with red wine and dinner.
She asks how his first surgery went.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Hunting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I left the cabin against my wife’s wishes and ventured into the woods hunting for anything that might feed my family. Within minutes the wind picked up and I found myself struggling in knee-deep drifts and knew an arduous journey was ahead. Would there be any rabbits or deer to hunt? Am I the only one who has a starving wife and children?
I continued my quest until my body tired and I had to rest. I collapsed to the ground, snow pelting my face, and my toes frozen.
I closed my eyes and knew my hunting days were over.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher