Posts Tagged ‘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
Jan
Lost
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Which way do I go? Delirious, I have no idea. Lost, walking in the desert, hot, tired, and thirsty, my lips dry and cracked, I crumble to the ground from exhaustion.
I don’t remember how I wound up in this hell, but I know I will die here. I stare at the empty sky; the sun torching my body and pray for a quick death.
“Doctor, he’s opening his eyes.”
“Jared, can you hear me?”
Everything is blurry for a moment and then focuses. Standing before me is a doctor and nurse, the nurse gently holding my hand.
I’m home.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jan
Christmas
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Ten-year-old Richie helped his mom decorate the Christmas tree with colorful red, green, and blue lights, and an array of ornaments. When he lit the tree, everything in the room illuminated.
His mom sank into the couch. “Maybe this year Christmas won’t be so lonely.”
Richie sulked, grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the tray and nibbled on it to savor the taste, when the bell rang, and he ran to answer it.
His eyes widened when he saw who stood in front of him. His dad in his navy uniform.
The war had ended, and Christmas was whole again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Horrors Of War
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Innocent civilians taken hostage. Families plead for their loved ones’ safe return, helpless and fearing the worst outcome. All they can do is weep and wait.
Pictures of children shown on the news, unaware of the outside world, scared, frightened, and huddled together unable to sleep, wanting their parents to save them and not knowing why they’re separated.
Countries gather to create foundations to help those in need. How long will it last?
Shootings and chaos surround streets, and gunfire echoes in the air. People bellow and search for safety, unable to find it.
These are the horrors of war.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Regular Occurrence
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sky is clear, but not for long as bomber planes are approaching. As the blaring alarm sounds, Esme heads to the basement with the other tenants. Sadly, no one looks frightened as it’s a regular occurrence.
Bundled, but still cold, Esme and the other people sing to pass the time while others close their eyes or read.
Hours pass and finally they get the okay to go home.
Her apartment is unharmed, but a few blocks away buildings have been destroyed.
She closes her eyes and prays she makes it out of the war to see her family again.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Spooky Halloween
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rob dons his skeleton mask and goes out the front door to his car.
The trick or treaters fill the streets with laughter, while parents keep a watchful eye on them. Rob slowly drives through the crowds as the night sky darkens the roads and he struggles to see, not wanting to remove his mask.
Finally, he arrives.
In the back seat, Rob pulls a lifelike toy out from underneath a blanket.
His friend Tim is going to get the best spooky Halloween prank of his life.
Inside Tim has a water bucket hanging over the door waiting for Rob.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Perfect Spring Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Rob stares out the window at two young girls playing jump rope while their mother and grandmother cheer. The girls are chortling and clapping without a care.
The birds swoop overhead, and leaves blow in the light breeze. It’s the perfect spring day.
It becomes too hot by the window, so Rob backs away.
“Hello son. Let’s go outside. The doctor says the fresh air will do you good.”
Rob nods and wheels his chair toward the door. His dad pushes him the rest of the way.
The girls will be jumping rope, while he looks on from his wheelchair.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
Undercover
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The clatter of typewriters, especially Maryanne’s, echoes in the room. She’s pounding heavily on the keys to reach the deadline. It’s imperative she gets done before the other women if she’s to prove herself capable. She reaches the end and pulls out the paper. With quick steps, her heels clanking on the floor, she heads to her boss’s office.
“Well done, Maryanne. You’ve proven yourself. You’ll be going to France as an undercover secretary. Are you up for it? I can’t help you if you’re caught.”
Maryanne nods and waits for instructions.
She has no idea the danger she’s in.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Nov
The Promise
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I enter the library, I take a deep breath. I haven’t been here in months, but I had a promise to keep, so I pushed myself out of bed and here I am.
I walk to the fiction section and scan the row of books. I choose a few of my all-time favorite classics and find a seat near the window, once his favorite spot.
I miss him terribly, but I promised I would continue to come, even though it pains me.
He had said he would always be with me through books.
I can almost hear his voice.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher