Posts Tagged ‘Love’
Feb
Roses
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Apprehension accompanied me to my car. How would they react? With sadness? Indifference?
I placed the bouquet lovingly into the trunk, holding back tears.
The intended beholders knew nothing of its history. Nor of the person who presented it to me. Roses, once of warmth and vivid pink, had crumpled to shades of aged dryness. Like his love did, when he left for another and I didn’t realize he meant it for real.
I set the vase onto my desk in the classroom, for my art students to observe, interpret and present their creativity onto canvas—of a life stilled.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Jan
Hello Goodbye
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Life is all about the timing.
I fell in love over the course of a several hours last Saturday. I’d only intended to stay out a couple hours, as I was still processing my recent breakup. But then I met Alex. We ended up dancing and talking until dawn, bouncing from one club to the next around the city, and I decided that here, finally, was the love of my life.
It turns out he was pulling one last all-nighter before leaving for a new posting in Olive Branch, Mississippi.
Just as I was saying hello, he was saying goodbye.
Oct
Corn Maze Days
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Corn maze stocks walk along, step by step, in endless motion. Lefts turned to rights back to lefts, leave us wondering and wandering alongside the corn maze. Eleven in the morning turns to seven at night, soon the moon will guide our way. Apple cider dances while the fire flickers, old folks singing folk songs. Knit sweaters insulate the warmth of your love, arms wrapped around my waist. Shadows once trailing, we now chase. Mama made a pie, pie’s been cooling on the counter, calling our name. One more corner, one more corner turns a long day to sweet dreams.
From Guest Contributor Mekah Baker
Mekah is a student of literature and the applied sciences at Pikes Peak State College.
Aug
Change Of Heart
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Think of it as a substitute pump,” the surgeons encourage him. “Latest technology, stringent testing. Equally life-enhancing as the heart God gave you.”
Will it buy him time for his daughter’s imminent wedding? Or beyond, and a new grandchild?
“Side effects include problematic emotional disorders.”
Surely morning birdsong, leisurely travel, favourite classical music will quiet unexplained turmoil.
He acquiesces, yet flails against this plastic invader into his chest.
Without warning, a fog enwraps his mind, shrouds familiar feelings. The mystifying retreat of joy, sorrow, empathy panics him. Why has love for his daughter vanished?
Oblivious, his new heart pumps steadily.
From Guest Contributor Gary Thomson
Mar
Living In Paradise
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robert repeats his mantra as he tries to concentrate on nothing but his breathing.
Every moment is a paradise. Every moment is a paradise.
He remembers his trip to Bali, floating in the ocean surf as the sun set over the horizon. That was paradise.
He remembers looking into his eyes and the world disappearing in the totality of their love. That was paradise.
He opens his eyes surreptitiously and glances about the room. The faux-wood floors, the scent of cleaner in the air, the sad plant in the corner.
This is not a paradise. This is not a paradise.
Dec
Wiser Now
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
As I listen to him lecture in the big hall surrounded by white boards full of equations, I know I can only swallow small sips from the fire hose of knowledge that flows from his mind and mouth, flooding the audience with his insight until it streams from their eyes, light filling the room and bouncing off the windows; and I must turn my mind from his most recent threat to divorce me to how it all started: a campus lawn, a daisy, the Quantum Uncertainty of petals on the subject of love─ he loves me, he loves me not.
From Guest Contributor Cheryl Snell
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
Aug
Reflections In The Rain
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Amid labyrinthine alleys and neon-lit streets, a small cafe beckons. Inside, a lone figure cradles a lukewarm coffee, eyes weary yet searching. Across, a young couple laughs—a fleeting yet beautiful symphony of joy.
The cafe hums: baristas call orders, chatter blends into a comforting buzz. Inside him, a yearning tide—echoes of a once-ablaze love, now scattered like dead autumn leaves. Rain taps a melancholy rhythm, each drop a plea.
The coffee, bitter; the rain, demanding. He catches someone staring back—unspoken stories, quiet regrets. He reaches to comfort the other, feeling only glass. No one searches but himself.
From Guest Contributor Chinmayi Goyal
Jul
Babylon
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A city thrives and a city dies, from village to metropolis to graveyard. Now, the desert rocks hide secrets of millennia past, lives long forgotten, dreams of glory faded to black.
A man and woman once lived in Babylon. They fell in love, had children, populated the city with dreams of a family empire that would never end. The man and woman grew old together, surrounded by children and grandchildren, bolstered by laughter and love.
The city endured longer than the man and woman. It endured longer than the grandchildren. But the city didn’t live forever. The family still endures.
Jul
Gift
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Philonik was born into slavery. He never knew love, and was barely treated better than an animal. Known for his obstinance and refusal to obey commands, he was beaten often and mercilessly. There were also times that he was treated cruelly simply out of malice, the victim of abuses that can’t be repeated here.
He was subject to hard labor on a daily basis, until he was no longer able to handle the rigors and thrashings. He was lame, blind, discarded, with nothing left but to beg for the barest scraps, until one day he died.
Life is a gift.