Jog

I jog along the pathway with my Shih-Tzu Bentley, but the sunshine and heat cause me to stop and rest. Bently jumps on the bench panting. I pour water in the large plastic bowl I brought for him and drink the rest out of the bottle. I probably shouldn’t be jogging in this heat, but my compulsive tendencies tell me otherwise. After a ten-minute rest, I start again along the path.

Sweat drips down my forehead and the temperature feels intense. Suddenly, I get a shooting pain in the chest, and collapse to the ground, Bentley barking.

Everything goes black.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Fool

People stared as my white wedding gown dragged along the pathway to the motel room, my head piece barely hanging on. I shut the door and removed the pins from my hair shaking the curls loose. That snake cheated on me with my best friend on our wedding day. I snuck to the house and packed a bag as soon as I saw them together. Now I’m in this dumpy motel, my wedding gown thrown on a chair that has cigarette burns, while staring blankly at the television.

I won’t be made a fool of.

They’ll find that out soon.

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