Posts Tagged ‘Visit’
Nov
Amusement Parked
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
One day city visit. While parents shopped around, brother and I went to an amusement park.
We knew what we wanted to ride. Had to first go past bumping cars, carousels and the like in the kiddie section. When I spotted the roller coaster in the distance, we ran for it.
One of the biggest, a newscaster once said. The TV screen showed riders gripped with terror, rolling down in lightning speed, screaming all the way. Adrenaline rush for sure.
“Sorry, kiddos,” an attendant hollered. “Closed down for maintenance. Should be running in a day or two.”
We weren’t amused.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
Sep
Hawaiian Music
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Before the visit to Florida, Jesse told him Elan was Hawaiian instead of black. You would think it shouldn’t matter but that would mean you didn’t know his father. During Katrina, people trying to survive, he couldn’t shut up on the phone of “the animals down there.” His take on Obama was that he was an “affirmative-action baby.”
They hadn’t been in the house fifteen minutes. His father had always loved music, especially classical, so he dropped that in, that Elan played the violin, string quartet.
His father handed Elan his old portable radio.
“Play something for me,” he said.
From Guest Contributor Jon Fain
Sep
The Office Visit
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
In his office at the university, Professor Kudrow pounds on the computer keyboard. His research paper needs a rewrite, his ex-wife wants more child support and he feels a migraine coming on. He wants to go home and get drunk.
His grad student, James, appears in the doorway with an older gentleman.
After introductions, James’ father confronts the professor.
“My son paid you for a better grade, didn’t he? Don’t lie to me. I have documents.”
The professor froze.
“Your silence is proof enough.”
He turns to his son, “My son, a thief and cheat! I’m reporting both of you.”
From Guest Contributor Deborah Shrimplin
Nov
The Last Voyage
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Our 93-year-old dad, without his hearing aids or even his three-pronged cane, still managed somehow to give everyone the slip, sneaking off to Monte Carlo Night down in the cellar of the dream factory, where he coolly turned over his hole card and won the pot, after which he started back upstairs, but on the way, and despite struggling for breath, charmed a roller derby queen on a royal visit out of her skates, so instead of ever returning to his rooms at the assisted living boarded a ship they say was built in the same shipyard as the Titanic.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Mar
A Visit To Kafka’s Castle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Not just anyone could stay at the castle that claimed in its promotional literature to be Kafka’s birthplace. A person needed a proven reason to be there – in our case, your egg and my semen. I didn’t want to rush you, but my Viagra was starting to wear off. You were seeing something no one else had ever seen when the police burst in, waving their nightsticks and demanding, “Who’s the bad man? What does he look like?” This makes everything sound worse than it was, especially as a whale in the harbor was spouting purple music the whole time.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Jun
A Nice Girl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Samantha read The Great Gatsby, to her elderly grandmother Millie,
again.
She sat with the book in one hand and her coffee mug in the other. The
small room was warm and cozy as the sun beamed through the window.
Samantha took a sip of coffee and listened to the birds chirping and the
ticking of the wall clock. It was time to leave.
She kissed Millie on the cheek. “Okay, grandma, see you on Sunday.”
Samantha’s eyes teared as she left, knowing her grandmother no longer
knew who she was, other than a nice girl who came to visit.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Say Cheese
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We hoped the bad dog was gone. We couldn’t put off seeing our daughter’s family in upstate New York but they had a mean pit bull who they said was as gentle and loved kids.
He was gentle as long as my daughter or son-in-law were around but the minute they left the room he’d look at us, bare his teeth and growl in defiance.
Last visit I took a picture of that look on my cell and showed it to my daughter as proof positive to bolster our fear.
“Isn’t my Bruno cute?” She said. “He’s smiling at you.”
From Guest Contributor Paul Beckman
Apr
Hospital Song
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
They need to run more tests but Dad pleads, “I want to go home.” This man who built houses can’t stand by himself to pee.
I sit two hours with him daily, passing my sisters or brother in the hall on either end of the visit. We touch hands, squeeze.
A curled little old man under layers of cabinet-warmed blankets, he’s shaking, all ice-blue eyes and Viking-white beard under sunken cheeks.
Television is election chaos. No help there. I realize what’s on my iPad, close his door, crank its volume: Dad and Bob Dylan, gravel-throated friends, a hospital bed duet.
From Guest Contributor Tjorven