Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – The Interview

Dancing was on her mind all the time. Magda was obsessed with the idea of becoming an Alvin Ailey jazz dancer. She disliked practicing ballet for posture or tap for flexibility. The movements bored to tears. Jazz had a rhythm all its own.

She told her parents about moving to Hollywood after graduation. They tried to discourage her by saying she was foolish.

Entering the agency, she was awestruck by the photos on the walls.

Mr. W asked, How big a star do you want to be?

Musicals big, Magda replied.

There’s a price, you know.

Reality hit, Magda shuddered.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Woed Count: 100

Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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***** I’ve had no internet for this past week. Our rainy season is here causing issues. If I missed your story from last week, I’ll be sure to read it this week. Be Safe … Isadora 😎


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Siren Dreams

Mermaid Sculpture.web      Siren Dreams                                        2020©IsadoraDeLaVega

Dreams are the greatest gift.

They unwrap your future.

Fall in love with life.

Embrace your dreams with passion.

Look beyond where others have been

to see where you will go

One dream can become real

a thousand dreams become possibilities.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega


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Friday Fictioneers – Life Erases

Alzheimer was erasing her mother’s life.

Sarah holds the door as her mother shuffles into the club. 

Brunch every Sunday after Temple at the Boca Grande Golf and Country club. Father loved golf, a member for years.

A big smile from Cecelia, the hostess, greets us as she escorts us to mothers favorite table. A Mimosa, Mrs. Cohen? Teary-eyed, she remembers past days with Moisha when its placed in front of her. 

Your father went far despite Auschwitz, Mother said with a blank gaze. You’re a good girl, Sarah, a good daughter.

At the funeral, Sarah remembered her words.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre – Flash Fiction

Word Count – 100

Photo Prompt: Jennifer Pendergast

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***** This week our challenge is to edit our previous story with this prompt or create a new on. Due to time restrictions, I’ve added my edited story from April, 2015.


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Simplicity

Alone

each thing

is the very essence of simplicity.

A drop of water

with its wondrous transparency.

A strand of a spider’s silk

with its elasticity and strength.

A tiny seed

that holds within it

life.

Simplicity

the manifestation of a miracle.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega


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Never Forget

Don’t forget to glance up from your keyboard

and see how blue the sky is now and then.

Don’t forget to put away your cell phone

and spend time alone with a paintbrush or pen.

Don’t forget to seek the sound of silence

and let the daily traffic rush on by.

Remember that the secret of success is 

how happily you climb and not how high.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega


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Friday Fictioneers – The Stained Glass Cafe

2020©Isadora DeLaVega 

Lansbury is a cozy little New England town. Antiques, angler, and vintage clothing shops, beside victorian cafes, create a picturesque scene.

Martha met Randall at the church picnic. A new resident in town always catches the single girls eyes. Before leaving, he asks if we could meet for coffee on Friday at the cafe. 

Bashfully, I giggle, ‘yes’.

While waiting, I admire the sun playing with the blue hues on the stained glass windows. Rainbow rays reflecting a relaxed tone amid the chatter of people.

Entering the cafe, he approaches with a smile. 

In the glow, he is very handsome.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: FlashFiction😎

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Jean L. Hays

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Friday Fictioneers – The Art of Living

Midnight bells echoed in the birth of 2021, a new year of creating a better life than we’d had. 2020 hadn’t been a good year.  A virus had spread from day one.

The government issued a stay-at-home quarantine. Masks and sanitizers were mandated. People changed, angry from isolation, rules, and restrictions. 

Old hobbies such-as board games, art projects, and cooking together helped relieve tensions. Families grew closer in isolation; some didn’t. 

Life was becoming art, brushstrokes creating paintings.

Each painting different; your family, your life.

Splashes of artful color bringing out something unique from inside of us. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega 

Genre: HistoricFlashFiction😎

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Turbulent Ocean Waves

Your minds like a sailboat 

floating with the wind.

Sailing across the water

of euphoric waves.

Turbulent ocean currents,

at times, control the way.

Negative thoughts, 

trapping your days.

But in time, buoyant and carefree

give rise to peaceful signs.

Erasing negative thinking,

as the waves settle down.

Our journey is for serene days, 

our hearts ever-yearning for calm.

Soon, we will be sneering at

these turbulent times.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega

 


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Nothing to Fear

Life is our journey,

we’re on a new path.

Our moments stolen,

from microbes unknown.

Are we willing to

accept our obstacles?

To travel fearless,

along our roads.

Aspects of life, 

are changing,

to coursed places,

strange and new.

Hide all your fears,

there’s nothing to fear,

I’m always with you.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega