Inside the Mind of Isadora

Friday Fictioneers – Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree

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friday-fictioneers-12916-lucy-solMegan hadn’t slept a wink.

She was surprised her mother had said she’d take her tomorrow. Plagued with social anxiety, her mother never went out. But, she said she would.

Megan picked out her red and green snowflake hat and gloves. She wanted christmas written all over her in the photographs mother would take.

Morning dawn peeked through the curtains. Megan had butterflies in her stomach from anticipation.

She smelled coffee.

Mother was up.

She ran downstairs.

“Mother, what time are we leaving to see the tree at Rockefeller Center?”

Without turning she sulkily said, “Not today, Megan, maybe tomorrow.”

2016©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

 

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*****Social anxiety disorder also called social phobia involves overwhelming worry and self-consciousness about everyday social situations. The worry often centers on a fear of being judged by others, or behaving in a way that might cause embarrassment or lead to ridicule.

Anxiety disorders can cause such distress that it interferes with your ability to lead a normal life.This type of disorder is a serious mental illness. For people who have one, worry and fear are constant and overwhelming, and can be disabling. But with treatment, many people can manage those feelings and get back to a fulfilling life. info:web md

For Online Support Group: Anxiety and Depression Association

 

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.

48 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree

  1. How sad it must be to be disappointed all the time… maybe one day she will understand.

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  2. Well expressed in 100 words. It’s hard to come over this sickness but not impossible.

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  3. I’ve heard of that terrible problem. Those people do need help as you say. Good writing, Isadora. —- Suzanne

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  4. Its one thing to not be able to muster the courage to do these things, its another to give your child false hopes! Shame on her!

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  5. I think I felt as disappointed as Megan did! I was a little confused as to who Dawn is? We don’t really know that… or should we? Anyway, great tension building and story telling.

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  6. Aw. Expertly portrayed, Isadora!

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  7. You conveyed the little scene really well – the girl’s excitement and disappointment. And I absolutely believe mum would feel up to going out one day then feel incapable of going through with it. A well told tale, Isadora

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  8. I’m not a people person, yet I seem to light up when there’s a crowd around. Of course, I work in TV, so maybe that’s why … I just turn it on when it’s needed.

    Social anxiety disorder can be brutal. It’s tough, I’m sure.

    Nice work, Iz. 🙂

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  9. Ouch!! Is exactly what I was thinking “Megan picked out her red and green snowflake hat and gloves” says so much about her anticipation. Then the let down. Well done.

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  10. Such a sweet and tragic story. I really hope the child’s desire to go see the tree can be a positive and help the mother overcome her anxiety. Great piece.

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    • Good to see you visiting here again, Iain. The intocence of children is what I wanted to showcase in the story.
      Sadly, children aren’t aware that this is a disease until they grow up and realize how different life was for them.
      Disappoinments for both in the story as people with anxiety suffer greatly from the illness and the disease.
      The story is fiction but based on my mother’s illness. I’m happy you enjoyed the story. Thank you,
      Isadora 😎

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  11. You describe both so well, the mother’s pain and the child’s anticipation and disappointment.

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  12. You built up the child’s anticipation beautifully and showcased how anxiety touches the people around those that suffer with it.

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  13. I feel deeply for both of them.

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  14. I love the way you’ve written this and how the immense sense of disappointment comes through by implication not telling. Great

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  15. Querida Isadora,

    I felt poor Megan’s disappointment. I also felt for her mother. Having dealt with the disorder for a short time myself. Mine was a side effect from a drug, but very real and horrific. I could barely function at work. One memorable occasion was when my eldest son wanted to go to a thrift store, one of our favorite things to do together (and still is). I sat in the car and cried while he shopped. My story has a happy ending, although I’m still more uncomfortable in crowds than I used to be.
    Good story con um mensaje muy importante.

    Shalom y abrazos,

    Rochelle

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    • Querida Rochelle,
      Having lived with anxiety during my hubby’s 15 years on the NYPD, I can attest that when he was shot it was a blessed day.
      He survived his injury, was retired, and I could finally be at peace. It ended those trying days and nights, eventually.
      Thank you for sharing your trauma too. BTW … I adore thrift stores. There’s always interesting finds.
      I’m gald you thought the story had an important message. I done good then ….
      Muy amable siempre,
      Isadora 😎

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  16. Poor kid. I’m not much of a large crowd person myself. It feels stifling and claustrophobic. But I don’t let it control my life. I grit my teeth and grin and bear it for the sake of those who want me to go with them. If you ever give in to your fear and anxiety one time, you’re a goner.

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    • I’m short. I dislike crowds. I feel overpowered by everyones size. Don’t grind too hard your teeth may not like it. ~~~ : )
      But, I have a tall hubby who manages to keep them from using my head as a table top. LOLOL
      Thanks for leaving your wonderful comment, Russell. I appreciate it.
      Isadora 😎

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