Relishing The Day

When I step into the taxi, what happens next is something I will never forget…

It is warm so I loosen the annoying necktie and use my handkerchief to wipe the sweat from my brow.

I gaze out the window at the immense buildings relishing my first time in Manhattan. Tired from the flight, I rest my eyes. There is time before we reach the office building.

A loud honk and screeching tires startle me. Coming toward us is a large white truck.

As I’m loaded onto the ambulance in a stretcher, fading, my handkerchief lays torn on the ground.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Last Days Of Summer

Charles Delany stepped off the horse and buggy. In front of him a whiteshingled wood house with a porch, surrounded by an abundance of trees,overlooked the ocean. He removed his hat and walked slowly up thepathway to the porch. He sat on the wooden bench and took it all in,listening to the waves slapping against the fishing dock.

“Okay, son, this’ll be your home for the summer. The doctor said thefresh air and trees are good for your condition.”

Charles nodded and when his father walked away, he coughed clumps of redinto his handkerchief.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Waiting

Johnny sat in the waiting room, with sweaty palms, anxiously awaiting the doctor’s results. His eyes searched the area and came across a plump brunette sneezing into her handkerchief. She stuffed it back into her purse and Johnny cringed. He hated germs.

Finally, the nurse called Johnny into Dr. Lovell’s office.

“Johnny, you are perfectly healthy. I called you in because I want you to see a therapist to control your obsessive behavior with germs. Here’s a reputable doctor.” He handed Johnny the paper. “Go home and stop worrying.”

Johnny, relieved, left, but not before sanitizing his hands with Purell.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher