Posts Tagged ‘Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher’
May
Our Night Out
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Thomas was excited to see Our American Cousin at Ford’s Theatre. President Lincoln would be attending, and he was overwhelmed with contentment that he’d be there on the same night.
Inside the theater, Thomas took his wife’s gloved hand and offered her a seat before seating himself.
The play was amusing and colorful with a copious audience.
Above, Lincoln sat with his wife Mary enthralled with the actors, then a shot fired, and screams erupted. A man jumped onto the stage and yelled before fleeing, “Thus always to tyrants.”
That would be the one and only time I’d see Lincoln.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Alive
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Guns roared and bullets skyrocketed past my head. I ducked and took deep breaths. The man next to me bled out. There wasn’t anything I could do.
“Retreat,” the lieutenant yelled.
Retreat where, I wondered? I reloaded my weapon and aimed at anything coming toward me.
It was chaotic. Men screaming, bodies strewn everywhere. If I got out alive it would be a miracle.
Something hit me from behind. I looked and my stomach bled deep red. I crumpled to the ground, then everything went black.
When I awakened, I was on a stretcher in a helicopter.
I made it.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Snow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The first thing I did last night was set the alarm for seven o’clock in the morning. I didn’t know the snow the weather forecaster predicted was going to start so early.
There was a message that my interview had been canceled so I got back under the covers and my dog Charlie snuggled next to me.
Large snowflakes pressed against the window and the wind howled. Charlie let out a growl and went back to sleep. I closed my eyes and wished the snow would stop.
When I awakened later that afternoon, the snow ceased, and the sun shined.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
The Wait
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I woke up early and went for a jog. As I followed the path through the park, I listened to nature. The sounds of the birds singing, and the squirrels running up trees were a sign of early spring. It was an unusually hot day in March, so the park benches were filled with people. I had water in my pouch and took a sip. It felt good going down into the pit of my stomach.
After, I sat I checked my phone. There it was, the message I had been waiting for.
My first novel was accepted for publication.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Warmth
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Kathy’s headstone was weather beaten. I hadn’t been to the grave site in years and the memory of her death hit me all over again.
“Keith, he’s heading straight toward us!” Kathy screamed and then all went dark.
A drunk driver hit us head on. I was hospitalized for eight months in a coma and my wife died on impact. I was left to take care of our young son by myself.
I leaned close and placed the red roses next to her name on the stone. “I miss you, Kathy.”
A sudden warmth ran up and down my spine.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
The Choice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When the bombs exploded, I veered the plane sideways.
My men yelled we should vacate, but I had to make the destination point.
As the men jumped one by one until I was the only one left, shots hit the fuel tank, and I had no choice.
I said a prayer, left my station and vaulted out into the sky.
In the distance, I heard an explosion and flames filled the air.
I heaved a sigh of relief when I landed safely on solid ground, until footsteps approached, and guns were aimed at my chest.
I landed on enemy territory.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
The Lie
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I hung up the phone and ten minutes later the doorbell rang. I peeked through the blinds, and it was James. I’d told him I didn’t want to see him anymore and he was on the stoop, holding a bouquet of red roses.
He lied to me, and flowers wouldn’t make it better.
My head ached and I was exhausted from stress. I looked out again and he was sitting on the step now. Good, let him wait, I thought.
I shut the lights, went upstairs, and made myself a hot bath. Soon after, I heard his car screech away.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Ice Pond
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I stepped outside onto the cold snow-covered sidewalk, I remembered my childhood in Maine.
“Hurry, Artie!” My sister, Clara, bellowed from across the ice pond.
My friend Eric couldn’t keep up, and I quickly sped past him, my hands raised in victory. Eric sighed and skated away, having had enough.
Clara clapped and then glided toward me. Suddenly there was a crackling sound and a scream. Clara fell through the ice, hands flailing, eyes fearful. I tried to get to her, but people pulled me back and said I’d fall too. Then there was silence.
I never skated again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Storm
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The snow and wind pelted my face. The inclemency hadn’t started until I was half-way to the subway station, and people slipped across the pavement rushing to get home. Vehicles honked at pedestrians cutting in and out of lanes, so I had to be careful. I tried not to think about the numbing in my fingers after forgetting my gloves at home.
After a half hour walk which should’ve taken ten minutes, I was in the station.
When the train arrived and I boarded, I knew it would be a matter of time before I’d be snug by the fireplace.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Interview
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I stepped out of the car, I took a deep breath and cleared my mind.
I hadn’t been interviewed in years and now older, I didn’t know what my chances were of getting hired. My friend recommended me to the department head, and I hoped that would get my foot in the door.
I had my briefcase in hand with an excellent portfolio and references. What more would they want?
I opened the door and entered the office only to be told by the receptionist that the manager had an emergency and I’d have to come back another day.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher