Posts Tagged ‘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
Apr
Papa
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I slip through alleys to get to the resistance and relay the information I have learned. The black out starts and the only sound is the rustling of my dress.
I hear footsteps and then a voice. “Halt! Papers.”
“Certainly. My father is sick and needed medicine. I had to go across town to the only doctor available.”
There’s something in his eyes that I don’t trust. I stab him through the gut. I’m almost in the clear and then a shot rings out. Blood soaks through my dress, I gasp for air and then collapse.
See you soon, Papa.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
His Majesty
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The king sits on his throne with a large and excruciating chest wound. The room is filled with blood and lifeless bodies, his men.
The beautifully decorated hall is covered in blood and the delicately prepared meat and fruit sit untouched never to be eaten.
The king hasn’t much time. He can’t feel his legs and his body is cold. He reaches for his ring and struggles with his weak fingers to remove it. As he releases it, he slumps over and the ring drops to the ground, the noise echoing in the quiet.
His Majesty will soon be replaced.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Battlefield
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The bombs come at us in droves, the sound deafening. I run across the field dodging bullets and falling bodies, the few men alive still in agonizing pain. Our trench is ahead, and I just need to get there.
Another round of gunfire and screams echoing across the battlefield. My heart pounds heavily and I find it difficult to breathe.
A bullet knocks my helmet off and I’m unprotected.
Someone yells cease fire, grabs my arm, and throws me to the ground. The gunfire has stopped but we’re crawling.
A few feet and we make it safely across.
For now.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
Charles’ Walk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Charles’ aide was fast asleep on the couch, television blaring. He slipped out the back door and walked not knowing where he was going. He watched the strangers pass and smile as if they knew him. Charles had been lonely, scared, and uncertain about where he belonged, so he walked and walked. It became dusk and he wasn’t sure of his surroundings and stared confused.
A woman with dark hair walking a small dog approached Charles. It was his neighbor of twenty years, Lily.
“Charles, what are you doing walking alone at this hour?”
Charles stared blankly at the lady.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
War
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There’s not an easy way to explain war on the battlefield. Only the soldiers who lived it can do so. It’s been years and I remember it as yesterday. The horrifying sound of gun fire and large tanks coming straight for us still terrify me, and I relive it each night in my sleep.
The therapist says it’s natural when experiencing traumatic events. However, he didn’t live through it and hear the screams of the dying men.
Sacrificing my life to save a fellow soldier is the best thing I ever did.
Even at the cost of my left leg.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
First Meeting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At first glance it appears to be a normal home with a wraparound porch and swing.
The windows are open, and the curtains blow in the warm breeze. Still, I can’t seem to move. Now, I must wonder why I insisted on this meeting. My life is fine. I have a wife and two boys. I don’t need to meet my mother.
She abandoned me, yet I need answers. Even as an adult, I feel as if I’m a child not understanding.
I exit the car and walk to the front door, take a deep breath, and ring the doorbell.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Imminent
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The blow knocks me and my horse to the ground. I reach for my sword and swing at the enemy, his roars deafening. My leg is cut, and the breath is knocked out of me, but I endure the pain for my king and country.
Another foe is coming toward me. A comrade rushes to my aide and stabs him in the abdomen. He gushes blood from the mouth and dies.
I manage to fend off my attacker for now. One of us will tire.
And so, it seems death is imminent for him as my sword pierces his heart.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Peaches
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I open the window with force to see what the commotion is. The street is filled with people standing and screaming. I see a glimpse of a shoeless foot, sock hanging. Long red hair catches my eyes, as does the smashed front windshield of a small car.
An ambulance approaches blaring its siren and the crowd shifts to the sidewalk.
Now I see the victim is my next-door neighbor and my heart palpitates.
Sitting on my lap is her kitten Peaches, who I pet sit.
I coddle the furry cat in my arms, and realize I’ll be his home now.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher