Posts Tagged ‘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
Sep
A Family Affair
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I couldn’t help but keep my hand on my stomach as the baby kicked inside. “Jace, you can’t tell Jeffrey the baby is yours. It would destroy him, our marriage.”
He took a gulp of water. “He needs to know. If you don’t tell him, I will.”
I grabbed him by the shirt. “Please, Jace, don’t tell your brother.”
He pushed me away; I lost my balance and fell. I hit my head hard and blacked out.
When I awakened, Jeffrey was by my side in the hospital.
I knew from the tears in his eyes the baby was gone.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
Flowers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
All I must do is deliver the package. I am told he’ll use the code “flowers”.
I flirt with the guard. I compliment his uniform and touch his shoulder and that’s all it takes to get through the checkpoint. The paper is hidden in a secret compartment of my compact mirror, but I didn’t want to take a chance.
The bar is busy, and I see the man the agent described to me sitting alone. I casually walk over and sit next to him.
“The flowers are in full bloom,” he says.
I slip the paper in his jacket pocket.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
The Right Thing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I stepped into the cold of the night, the wind against my face, there wasn’t a soul in sight. I walked the streets in desperate need of an answer. Those files I found would ruin the company and probably cost me my job but inevitably save lives. I wish I hadn’t come across those documents. At least I wouldn’t have insomnia.
After what seemed like hours, I had an idea. I’d go in tomorrow as if nothing happened. No one would suspect a hard working every-day man like me would do what I decided.
And that’s the right thing.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Nothing To Lose
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I flung open the door and saw my father’s body in a pool of blood, I collapsed, screamed and cried in a fit of rage and sadness. I knew I shouldn’t have left him. He said it would be safer at Aunt Ania’s, but nowhere is safe in Poland. I had no idea the Nazis could be so brutal. He was protecting his friends and now he is dead, and they are in the hands of the Nazis.
There’s only one thing I can do. I will join the resistance and make a difference.
I have nothing to lose.
From Guest Contributor Lisa Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Sorrow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I browsed old photographs and hoped it would ease my sorrow. It was two weeks since he passed, and the heartache was unbearable, my chest heavy. I collapsed on the couch and clutched a picture in my hand. I revisited that day in my mind. He had just bought me a large pretzel and we were about to go on the Ferris wheel. Mom took the picture of us right before the ride. He looked so happy, his arm around me smiling, mustard on my lip.
If he only knew how sorry I was. Now he’ll never know.
“Goodbye, Daddy.”
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Dougie
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I carried my dog Dougie to the car, his whining echoing. I was too busy engrossed in the baseball game to notice his barking and I have no idea how long he was trapped in that wire fence while I cheered and gorged on chips.
I drove to the veterinarian at warp speed and hoped not to get pulled over. My heart pounded, but I kept my cool and talked to him. “It’ll be okay, Dougie.”
I slammed open the door and yelled: “Help him!”
“Don’t worry we’ll do everything we can to save Dougie’s leg.”
I sat and waited.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Safe?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The train came to a halt, and the platform filled with German police. They entered, and people quieted while my heart pounded.
“Papers!”
I handed my identification to the Nazi, and he scanned them, eyeing me at the same time as I sweated profusely. He tossed them on my lap and moved on, not noticing the forgery.
Screams ensued as the woman behind me beseeched the officer to let her husband go, and then I heard a thud. The Man had collapsed, presumably dead and the woman in hysterics was taken away.
A few more stops and I’ll be safe.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Is It A Lie?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Anna walks in and out of alleys to avoid the Gestapo, hiding bread and cheese under her coat to feed the Jewish child she is hiding.
Anna, a Catholic, met Helena in the neighborhood when they were children and have been friends ever since. When news broke that Hitler would be sending the Jewish to camps, Anna immediately took her friend’s daughter into hiding.
She makes it home without incident. Anna hurries upstairs to the attic and pushes the latch open.
Anna takes the girl in her arms and tells her everything will be all right.
Is it a lie?
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher