Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
Jan
Titus
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The emperor gave Titus the signal and he plunged his sword into the gladiator. Blood gushed from his neck, and he took his last gasp. The crowd chanted and Titus waved his arms in victory.
Titus’ master approached. “Well done, Titus. There hasn’t been a gladiator to match you, and I hope it stays that way.”
The ground began to rumble. The emperor’s statue fell in a heap, and people began tumbling to their deaths.
Someone in the crowd yelled. “Look at the mountain. It’s on fire!”
Mount Vesuvius spewed fire and rained pumice.
Titus would not fight another day.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Home
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As the helicopter approached the storm-ravaged town, hundreds of people desperately watched and waited for food and supplies. I started to make the first drop and joyful screams filled the air.
The hurricane damaged houses, leaving them engulfed in water, while downed trees blocked the roads and cars had streamed down the streets into one another. Shelters were provided, but they couldn’t accommodate everyone. They needed help.
The pilot turned in my direction. “Okay, that’s the last one. Let’s go.”
I buckled my seatbelt and said a silent prayer, thanking Him that I had a place to go home to.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Traitor
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The streets were eerily quiet, and I knew Nazis were lurking around. I stood in the woods and listened to the animals’ noises until I heard footsteps. It was the contact. He said the code word and I handed him the papers. He was gone as quickly as he came.
I was about to make my way back to the resistance when I heard another set of footsteps. I braced myself and reached for my weapon, but it was gone. Traitorous monster, I thought. He swiped my knife.
A Nazi appeared pointing a barrel of a gun to my head.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Home For Christmas
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I finished arranging the last of the ornaments on the Christmas tree. I pressed the switch and the bright red, green and blue lights lit the room, and the star topper sparkled.
The manger was arranged with Mary and Joseph beside the baby Jesus and the wise men holding their gifts.
My children were getting the milk and cookies ready for Santa Claus before going to bed and awakening to presents and my laughter, even though Hal wasn’t home.
I sat on the large sofa and sipped my hot cocoa when the doorbell rang.
My Hal, home from the war.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
The Park
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Since the death of my father, I made it a habit to walk in his favorite park every Saturday, something we always did together. Sometimes we had a catch, until one day his hand slipped, and the ball landed in the lake with a splash, and people chortled and pointed. That’s when I knew his Parkinson’s was getting worse. Soon after, he was unable to do the things he loved, gardening being one of his fondest.
I stood by the lake and listened to the children playing when I saw something float by.
It was the ball from our catch.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Dream?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The doctor looked at me through his eyeglasses that sat perfectly on the rim of his nose.
“In your dream, you said a spirit you didn’t recognize handed you a feather.”
“Yes, but the figure was only a cloudy shape of a person.”
“What do you suppose the feather represents, Charlie?”
“My father used to train pigeons before he died in the car accident. Maybe that?”
“Possibly. Time to stop. We’ll continue this next week.”
When I arrived home, I felt something in my pants pocket. I reached in and my eyes widened. It was the feather from my dream.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Difficult Patient
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The hearing aid specialist, Linda, clasped her hands against her cheeks.
“Mrs. Marconi, for months now I’ve shown you how to insert the hearing aids. If you’re having difficulty, we need another impression to order a new pair.”
Mrs. Marconi shifted in her seat. “No, I hear fine with these.”
Linda explained that if she’s not satisfied, then she needs to rethink her choice.
Mrs. Marconi thanked Linda and walked out.
Linda rolled her eyes and dreaded the thought of her next appointment with her.
She noted in her calendar to call in sick the day of Mrs. Marconi’s appointment.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Ghastly Ghosts
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I took the cashier job, it wasn’t explained to me that I’d be working with the supernatural. I didn’t abhor spirits, but those ghastly ghosts were frustrating. When I’d enter an amount in the computer, it deleted, and the customers would get angry at the slow checkout. So, I had another chat with the boss, and he told me he dealt with it, and if I couldn’t, then I should quit.
The next day, a sign on the door read: “STORE CLOSED DUE TO PESTS.” When I looked through the window, boxes of ant traps danced in the aisles.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Testimony
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When my car flipped in the air, I presumed that was the end, but I was alive, and my wife and daughter were gone.
It’s been many months since the accident, and it felt like yesterday. I wheeled myself into court, paralyzed from the waist down, remembering the day the doctor told me I wouldn’t walk again. I thought, it doesn’t matter, and then I remembered my son, Charlie. I needed to be strong for him, so, I struggled through physical therapy.
The heinous drunk driver was brought before the court and his fate will be awaited by my testimony.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Truth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I awoke in the hospital, I knew the truth. The agonizing pain in my back, the nurses rushing me to the operating room, with the walls spinning around me. The doctor’s “everything will be okay, Katie.” But it isn’t.
I’m bleary eyed from the sedative, but I feel a hand in mine, my husband’s. I’m too weary and can’t speak, so I give his hand a squeeze, and he gently squeezes mine back. He speaks of his love for me and how he’ll never leave. Then the doctor comes in and he lets go.
“Will my wife walk again?”
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher