Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Rendezvous

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The phone rang.

“Hello,” she whispered softly.

“ Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”

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Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they’d met. He was walking with his metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky. He had glanced her way.

“Do you always photograph people passing by?”, he said.

“No, only the good looking ones,” she replied.

Thus, the beginning of what would turn out to be a whirlwind romance.

He’d found an antique timepiece that day. It would be her wedding gift.

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“I’ll bring the bordeaux,” he quickly added.

“I can’t wait”.

She hung up the phone and smiled.

“I wonder who that was”.

2016©Isadora De La Vega

 

 

Word Count: 116
Genre: Flash Fiction

 

 

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My Bucket List

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I’m here. Finally.

“One more item off my Bucket List”, I say to Carlotta.

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My eyes can’t seem to absorb all of the beauty. The walls of this cathedral are covered with masterful art from top to bottom.

My heart is beating fast.

Every inch of me is shaking at the thought that I’m standing in the midst of all this creative spiritual beauty.

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“Children! Remember, God is everywhere but never more present than in the Sistine Chapel”, said Sister Mary Annunziciata in a raised tone.

I can hear her, clearly, as I stand here taking in the ecclesiastically magnificent imagery of all this reverent artistry.

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Tears begin to well in my eyes from the breathtaking splendor. I never imagined I’d step foot in this majestic cathedral.

Overwhelming chills wrap their arms around me. My head throbs from the excitement. I’ve arrived at a place I never thought I’d see.

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“Ignacia?”

“Ignacia, are you alright?”, I hear my friend shouting.

Loud sirens.

Fast driving.

Serene white light.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Word Count: 167

Genre: Flash Fiction

 

 

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We’re Going Home

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The guys named him Black Hawk. He was shaky today. I could feel his insecurity.

He needed some love; that, and the reassurance that this isn’t good-bye. I couldn’t blame him.

There was cheering and shouting everywhere. We were going home.

One night when he crept into the barracks, he was muddy. His body was nothing but bones and mange.

After a lot of pleading, Sarg let us keep him.

“He won’t survive, he said. He’s a dog. A dogs gonna do what a dog does. Run out. Some random shots will get him.”

I wasn’t going to let that happen. I talked to Black Hawk. He listened. He helped keep the moral alive for us guys.

“Hey, little buddy, don’t look so sad. It’s a great day for all of us. We’re going home, I told him.”

I think he understood.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 143

 

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The Fall

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“Anybody hear anything about Jimmy?” Marco asked.

Nah, you know his wife, Clarice, is a bitch. She wouldn’t call us.

We’re dirt in her eyes. You remember the faces she’d make when we’d be together talking and she’d walk into the cafeteria. She’s a real control freak. She thinks every woman wants her man.

Like, I remember the time we were doing the construction job on 5th Avenue. Ladies passing by dressed in those designer clothes; spiked heels; hair flowing in the wind. She’d come by to bring Jimmy some lunch.

Remember?

She evil eyed those women. Gave me a look like I had cancer.

Fear will do that to a woman. You know she’s jealous of any woman looking his way.

Jimmy got a bum rap. He could’ve had Jeanna. Now, that was a good-looking chick.

“Yeah, I sure hope he survives the fall,” Marco said.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 148

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Her Sunflower Smile

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Nadia was stunned at how well the sunflowers had grown.

As a little child, she watched her grandmother, Oksana, cook traditional Russian meals while recounting tales of her journey to this new land she would eventually call home.

She told Nadia she’d traveled by boat for weeks. It was crowded. They were hungry. She had no belongings. The small amount of sunflower seeds she’d brought to eat were almost gone by the time they’d arrived.

Oksana felt bewildered by the new language, new customs and clothing.

She decided to plant the leftover sunflower seeds as a remembrance of her home left behind.

They grew tall. Bigger than in Russia.

Nadia never forgot her grandmothers love of sunflowers.

She remembered her smile was as big as a sunflower.

Nadia planted sunflowers at her grave.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 133

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The Move

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They were packing to move overseas again.

They’d been in New Mexico for a less than a year.

He’d received his military orders the week before.

Each move, became more difficult to endure.

Why did they have to upset the children again?

They’d finally made friends.

Now, they’re packing again. It always broke her heart to tell them they couldn’t take all their toys or favorite books. There were weight limits on moving overseas. Four children could accumulate many things. Their sad faces would be more than she could bare.

What happened to their dreams?

There’d been many.

Plans they were going to focus on before they considered children.

But, things happen.

They were a blessings to her. She wasn’t sure if he felt the same. He was gone a lot. It was part of his secret service military career.

They’d had a good marriage.

She thought.

But, things happen.

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Word Count: 150

 

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Death of a Dream

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“Get to the orlop and make those repairs”, barked Captain Braun. Find the reason for the flood too”.

Hans meekly accepted his orders.

He grabbed his tool box.

The ship was a magnificent vessel christened Deutschland. It’s bright yellow color stood out.

Hans made his way up the gangway.

Before he reached the door, he had a creepy feeling.

What undercurrent lay hidden inside?

The electrical fire had burned out the lights. He turned his flashlight on.

Water reached his waist.

What had caused this devastation?

Soon, he’d have the answers.

A bloated body floated by.

Illegal aliens being transported.

2015©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words

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orlop |ˈôrˌläp| (also orlop deck)
noun – the lowest deck of a wooden sailing ship with three or more decks.

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Little Sailboat Floating on the Sea

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Standing on the pier, I see you floating in the far distance. Little sailboat, you’re calling me.
Beckoning, you cry out, I travel upon the open sea. We can sail away wherever the winds take us.                                                                        We can move, aimlessly, along the coasts to find new passages and adventures. Each day, my little                                                     sailboat, will take me to magical islands filled with peaceful bliss. Where rest and solace are key.                                                                    A life on the ocean that’s relaxed and carefree; full of mirthful blithe.

Can you feel the salty water on your sturdy bow?

Are the gusts of the wind kissing your sails with tender delight?

I can feel the oceans breeze blowing its’ moist salty air upon my face with a special caress only for me.
Soon, we’ll find those enchanting islands. They lie somewhere. They’ll embrace me with                                                                       islanders waving a welcome.

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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 144

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My Nightmare

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I couldn’t sleep a wink all night. Shoe shopping is thrilling!                                                                                                                                               At first light, I showered and dressed. There wasn’t a moment to spare.
I’d found the perfect dress the day before. I knew exactly where to find the ideal shoes to go with it.
Why hadn’t I purchased them together?
Driving in the downpour was blinding. I forged on.
As quickly as my stylish wedged shoes could carry me, I went straight to where the shoes had been the day before.
I was shocked. Disheartened. It can’t be. Everything’s rearranged.
Is it that time, already?
My shopping nightmare.
Christmas.

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Word Count: 100

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