The cloudy night casts a shadow over the river.
Sitting on the bank, I’m regretting my failures while mourning my loss.
We’d felt solace here.
You were the chuckle in my laughter. The path I walked that kept me straight.
We spent time listening to the reverberations of the rivers course.
Your eyes twinkled as you listened to me speak tender words of love.
The placid water exudes a strange calm.
There’s a stillness in the air that surrounds me.
Looking at the reflection of my face in the serenity of the water;
My thoughts linger gently on yesterday.
Gone …
2016©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
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February 11, 2016 at 12:07 pm
Love this yesterday’s gone
with the river.. 🙂
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February 11, 2016 at 6:29 pm
I’m pleased you like what I’ve written.
Thank you for your comment and for stopping by.
Isadora 😎
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February 9, 2016 at 4:34 pm
Lovely words that express loss through observance of nature shared. Well done, Isadora. — Suzanne
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February 9, 2016 at 9:29 pm
Beautiful memories created in the minds of those left behind can be generated by shared moments.
I’m happy you liked the way my story was written, Patricia. Thank you,
Isadora 😎
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February 9, 2016 at 3:11 pm
I can feel the sadness, Isadora. It is so beautiful…
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February 9, 2016 at 9:25 pm
I’m glad I was able to bring the sadness through with my words.
I appreciate your visiting and commenting. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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February 9, 2016 at 4:58 am
Such heavy wistfulness, in the loss of a love that clearly held so much. Beautifully written.
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February 9, 2016 at 9:23 pm
I like the word wistfulness in your comment, Dawn. Memories can be sad but fond memories
added to them can give us a strong connection with those lost. I’m happy you liked my story.
Thank you,
Isadora 😎
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February 7, 2016 at 9:40 am
Love and loss, beautifully encapsulated.
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February 9, 2016 at 2:59 am
I hope I kept the mystery of what type of loss it is. I’m noticing many are assuming it’s the loss
of a romance between two loves. But, instead, it’s about the death of one loved so very dearly.
Thank you, Sandra, for your comment and or visiting my blog.
Isadora 😎
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February 7, 2016 at 5:10 am
Wonderful, moving story. Loved it.
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February 9, 2016 at 3:00 am
Sweet words, Indira. Thank You ..
Isadora 😎
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February 7, 2016 at 2:57 am
So very moving, Issy.
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February 9, 2016 at 8:50 pm
The photo prompt worked the little story in my mind, Sylvia.
I’m happy you found it moving.
Isadora 😎
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February 6, 2016 at 11:20 pm
Yes, what everyone else said. Very beautiful and sad. At least she has the memories…
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February 9, 2016 at 8:49 pm
A smile has been imprinted on my face by your comment, Gah.
Thank you for that. I appreciate feeling great from a comment.
Isadora 😎
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February 11, 2016 at 11:48 am
Anytime. 😉
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February 6, 2016 at 5:05 pm
Beautiful, Isadora. I, too, loved the “chuckle in my laughter”.
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February 9, 2016 at 3:01 am
Many have been on the path of a lost love as in a relationship, But, in essence, it’s the loss of a love from death.
Really enjoy seeing you here, Dale. Thank You ..!!!
Isadora 😎
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February 6, 2016 at 3:12 pm
You were the chuckle in my laughter… What a loss it is…
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February 9, 2016 at 8:41 pm
There are certain behaviors that create a memory that is imprinted in us forever.
Glad you enjoyed my story, Bjorn. It’s always a pleasure to see you here and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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February 6, 2016 at 2:53 pm
This is beautiful, Isadora! Both sad and beautiful.
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February 9, 2016 at 8:39 pm
Nature shared together can leave an imprint when the bond is no longer there.
The loss in my story is of a love lost through death. I tried to keep it neutral
to see the impressions of others, PJ. Loss no matter what type it is always leaves us regretting
or remembering.
Isadora 😎
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February 9, 2016 at 8:53 pm
I’m sorry for your loss, Isadora. Loss through death is truly painful, yet you expressed you feelings over this loss so beautifully in your piece of writing.
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February 9, 2016 at 9:12 pm
Oh my, I didn’t mean to create the impression that it was a loss I had. It’s a flash fiction story. I’ve had losses in my life
so it could be sprinkled with those but that was long ago. I’ve observed friends that have had losses which I’m sure was part of my thought process in the way I wrote the story. I’m going to wear a smile from you very complimentary comments for a long time. Thank you …. 😍
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February 9, 2016 at 9:15 pm
LOL! You sure are convincing in your flash fiction! Haha! I thought it was true! But, you can tell you have had losses through death and those feelings are laced in your writing.
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February 6, 2016 at 12:54 pm
To carry regrets is to be human, In this short piece you describe that well.
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February 9, 2016 at 8:35 pm
Regrets left unsolved can turn one into a bitter being. With the loss of a special someone it
can be even more difficult. I’m happy, Michael, that you found my story to be a good one.
Thank you,
Isadora 😎
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February 6, 2016 at 12:26 pm
This is just wonderful, but painfully poignant.
I love it.
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February 9, 2016 at 3:03 am
Loss of a loved one in death can be devastating. The recollections come flooding to ones mind.
Thank you fro appreciating my words in this story, Ceayr.
It’s always a pleasure to see you here.
Isadora 😎
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February 6, 2016 at 10:08 am
Querida Isadora,
A very wistful poem. I liked “the chuckle in my laughter.’ To have lost a partner who so completed her would be devastating. You captured that emotion.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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February 9, 2016 at 3:04 am
Yes, dear Richelle, a loss of one from death can be a loss that brings memories flooding to mind.
Muy Agradecida por su visita,
Isadora 😎
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February 6, 2016 at 8:43 am
This is heart wrenching Issy, but beautiful.
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February 9, 2016 at 8:23 pm
Some of the photographs create a story quickly; others don’t. For some reason, this one had a story instantly.
Though sad and bittersweet. It’s about the loss of a loved one through death.
Gracias,
Issy 😎
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