Inside the Mind of Isadora

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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Author: Inside the Mind of Isadora

Intriguing, sensitive, mysterious, loving, artistic and crackling with excitement for life is a pretty good description of who I am. I just retired from the world of art where I sold my Artfully Designed Handmade Jewelry for 28 years; although, art will always be a part of whom I am no matter what venue I choose to express it.

25 thoughts on “Her Sunflower Smile

  1. Wonderful story. I love the short sentence describing the journey on the boat. Very effective. And that the flowers were on her grandmother’s grave at the end just seems so bittersweet. nice way to wrap it all up.

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    • Awww …. yes. It’s concise and to the point. But, that’s the way immigrants faced their new world.
      My grandmother told me of the experiences she had. Of course, she wasn’t Russian but that’s why its fiction. : )
      I like to have a bit of an emotional connection to an object especially if it’s in the photo prompt. It’s just the way I approach the prompts. I hope you think it’s effective. I’m trying to develop my own style and brand.
      Lorna, you are always such an encuraging inspiration for me. I hope I am improving ‘Thanks to You’.
      Namaste,
      Izzy 😎

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  2. A story of hope, joy, and sadness … thus the conundrum of feelings.

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  3. Oh wow. My guess is right. You have written such a heartfelt story. A sunflower as a symbol of migration, of a new life, and a life well-lived. This is such a soft yet moving tale. 🙂

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  4. A touching story, Isadora.

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  5. This story is wonderful Isadora! I love that her grandmother used the few sunflower seeds she had left from the old country to plant in the new country. And, I love how sunflowers remind her of her grandmother and she planted them at her grave. Great story! When I clicked on your link in InLinkz, it took me to a page that said, this page could not be found. I noticed a link to the right of the page and clicked on that to get to your story, but I’m not sure if everyone will be able to see that. Just thought you need to know.

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  6. That’s a lovely take on the image Isadora, well done, I hope they grew tall on her grave as well..

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  7. Big bright sunflowers, what a lovely symbol for the future!

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    • It’s amazing the way some childhood memories can stay with you. This story is fiction but when I saw the
      sunflowers I wondered how it would feel to have someone I love have a great fondness for them. And so, the story.
      Thanks …. have a great week.
      Issy 😎

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