Happy Birthday

It was pouring rain, but I just couldn’t leave on his birthday, Christmas Day. I placed the pine cone wreath against the headstone, the red bells I added for the holiday chiming.

Drenched, I kneeled and said a silent prayer. I teared at the memory of his last birthday, ecstatic after he tore open the wrapping and saw it was golf clubs; his blue eyes lit the room.

I stood for a few more minutes reflecting.

As I touched the tombstone, I felt a shiver up my arm and one of the bells landed by my foot.

“Happy Birthday, Georgie.”

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Final Goodbyes

As I held Josh’s hand, looked at his face, eyes shut, tubes in his nose and throat, I teared trying to hold back my emotions from a full-blown cry. It had been several months, and the doctors tried everything, but he remained unresponsive. Every day I prayed for a miracle, but deep within, I knew there wasn’t one. So, I continued to speak and visit him often.

Today he’s being taken off the machines, and now it’s time for final goodbyes.

I watched his chest move slowly up and down until his final breath.

A cold shiver.

He was gone.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Fire And Ice

“He took me for ten grand. Hustled me when I wasn’t in my right mind,” Demar mentioned. The waitress turned back, having forgotten a glass of water.

“So what’s happening to him now?” Jim asked.

“He’s losing everything. Never got a job. Had a streak of bad luck. Getting divorced.”

Looking at the water, Jim noticed it was mostly ice. “Well, that’s great. He deserved those things.”

“I knew this day would come. I didn’t know I’d feel sorry for him.” The water arrived. Demar took a sip, and the coldness of the ice sent a shiver down his spine.

From Guest Contributor Steve Colori

General Gelid

If Milton had a weakness, it was the cold. Anything below room temperature would make him start to shiver uncontrollably and if it got down to freezing, he'd begin vomiting.

Milton knew his comic books though. Every hero had a fatal flaw, his own personal kryptonite, so to speak. Milton's susceptibility to the cold would be his. Obviously, his mortal enemy, his arch-nemesis, would be a villain who used cold as a weapon. Maybe his name would be General Gelid or something like that.

Sadly for Milton, while he might have a weakness, he didn't have any discernible super powers.