Harry stares out the window. He sits and stares since his Ruby’s brutal murder.
He’d taken her to the museum; then, a dimly lit dinner. She was beautiful.
Harry noticed the waiter leer at her. She provoked men with her beauty.
Her eyes the color of emeralds.
Now, he sit and stares.
He doesn’t care if he leaves the room.
He doesn’t pay bills; watch television or knows who feeds him.
His life is whatever passes outside the window.
All he sees are changing seasons, joggers, passing cars and Ruby’s ghost.
But, there’s no window.
Padded cells have no windows.
2017©Isadora De La Vega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:Dale Rogerson
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Challenge
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January 21, 2018 at 1:46 pm
magnificent post, very informative. I ponder why the opposite experts of this sector don’t notice this. You must proceed your writing. I am confident, you’ve a great readers’ base already!
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January 20, 2018 at 10:28 pm
You actually make it seem really easy with your presentation but I find this matter to be actually one thing which I feel I would never understand. It seems too complicated and extremely broad for me. I’m taking a look forward in your subsequent put up, I’ll attempt to get the dangle of it!
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January 21, 2018 at 12:56 am
I was quite overwhelmed in the begging with the idea of having only 100 words. In time, I’ve realized that less is more. Or … I write it and than cut, cut, cut. 😂
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May 22, 2017 at 12:51 pm
Shalom y cariño,
Rochelle
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January 25, 2017 at 11:12 am
Marvelous with that twist at the end, Isadora. Great writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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January 26, 2017 at 12:06 am
I’m pleased you enjoyed my story. Thank you for visiting and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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January 24, 2017 at 11:32 am
That’s a very powerful piece made more so by the excellent ending
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January 24, 2017 at 2:53 pm
I appreciate your thoughtful comment, Michael.
Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 11:04 pm
Gorgeous piece, Isadora, with a delightful little twist at the end.
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January 23, 2017 at 4:32 pm
Thank you, Alicia. I liked your comment very much.
Isadora 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 4:49 pm
Excellent story, tragic end for everyone involved.
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January 23, 2017 at 4:33 pm
Indeed, a real tragedy. Thanks, Iain. I appreciate your visit and comment.
Isadora 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 12:22 pm
Dear Isadora,
Dark and brooding piece. It took me a couple of reads to realize that he was the murderer. It reminds me of the movie Spider. Buen trabajo, mi amiga.
Abrazos y shalom
Rochelle
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January 23, 2017 at 4:42 pm
Querida Rochelle,
I took your advice and wrote this based on an entry in my memoir (not yet anywhere-near-there).
It’s based on my mothers illness of debilitating depression but fictionalized it and changed into a different gender.
I haven’t seen the movie. Is that the exact name? I’ll have to look for it on Netflix. Haven’t been watching too many movies lately.
Muy agradecida,
Isadora 😎
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January 23, 2017 at 4:50 pm
Querida Isadora,
Here’s a link to the movie. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0278731/ I don’t know of its availability. I rented it some time ago during my ‘it’s all about Ralph Fiennes” phase. He does a wonderful job in it. Very disturbing.
So many life experiences are grist for the mill, aren’t they?
Shalom y cariño,
Rochelle
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January 23, 2017 at 5:25 pm
Hola mi amiga,
Thanks for the link. It looks like it’s on Amazon. I just popped over. I have Prime I’ll see if they include that title.
The review is enticing. YUP … my life has soooo many experinces, I’d be grinding corn for a couple of centuries.
La vida hay que vivir la aun los dolores.
Abrazos siempre,
Isadora 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 12:31 am
A stark reminder Isadora of mental illness and how devastating it can be.
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January 23, 2017 at 4:35 pm
Yes, Michael. Mental illness is overwhelming for the person and those who live with it.
This is fiction but based on my mothers illness. Thank you for your insightful comment.
Isadora 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 12:24 am
Wow Izzy, very powerful. And your photo along with it is a master stroke. Wonderful
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January 22, 2017 at 4:21 am
The photo is from a fellow Friday Fictioneers, Dale Rogerson. I did the photo challenge which uses a different photograph each week.
You should join in. Your writing is wonderful. The photo prompt will surge a travel memory. There is a 100 word limit. : )
I’m ecstatic that you enjoyed my story, Tina. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 12:14 am
Yes! Very good. I figured he had killed her, but that played really well.
Five out of five straight-jackets.
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January 22, 2017 at 4:26 am
Ah Ha … I couldn’t fool you. You had it very early in the read. Well done …
Love the 5 out of 5 straight-jackets award. Thank you … 😀
You probably haven’t read another story I wrote about a parable but if you would like to you’ll see the importance
of an award in my story.
Gracias por visitar mi hogar … hasta la próxima
Adios,
Isadora 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 11:01 am
De nada. Where is your parable located? I mean, which date?
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January 22, 2017 at 5:28 pm
No pressure to read … but … here it is
https://insidethemindofisadora.com/2017/01/14/pencil-parable-2/
Isadora 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 6:54 pm
Wonderful parable, Iz. That is GREAT! I also like the part about going to first grade. I never attended a Catholic school, but we had similar rules back then (1968). There is a sort of “parable” taught to me by my screenwriting instructor, Lew Hunter. In a nutshell, he talked about “Writer” looking for “Truth” and so Writer climbs the mountain, finds this ugly, horrible-looking woman who says to him, “Writer, I am Truth. You are to go down and tell the whole world this — that I am young and beautiful.”
So, there ya go. 😀
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January 23, 2017 at 4:04 pm
Interesting parable … I think your should write a post on it. If not, what’s the name of it if you can remember. It sounds like there’s more to know. 🙄
If you haven’t been to Catholic shcool it’s difficult to imagine the regiment. I suppose it would be like trying to understand what it’s like to be in the military without ever having served. 😳 Hey … thanks for taking the time to read the post. Muy agradecida …
Isadora 😎
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January 21, 2017 at 10:30 pm
“All he sees are changing seasons, joggers, passing cars and Ruby’s ghost” is a lovely line. As is “He doesn’t pay bills; watch television or knows.who feeds him”. Sometimes the quietest words are the most powerful
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January 22, 2017 at 4:31 am
Such a very complimentary comment, Neil. I value your opinion very much.
Writing is a process I’m still honing my skills. This type of challenge tightens my
wordy writing. Thank you for stopping by and commenting. I appreciate it very much.
Isadora 😎
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January 21, 2017 at 7:35 pm
Sorrow can do so much… maybe even makebelief windows… sad turning sadder.
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January 22, 2017 at 5:30 pm
Heartbreak can literally break a person. Yes, a bit dark and very sad but it seems I write sorrow better
than joy or humor. I’m happy to see you here Bjorn. I always appreciate it. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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January 21, 2017 at 7:28 pm
Ooh, that was an unexpected twist at the end there, Isadora! Nice writing.
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January 22, 2017 at 4:35 am
These challenges keep me on my toes. Tightening words is a bit hard for me. But, I’m getting there. Thanks for popping in, Tom.
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January 22, 2017 at 12:59 pm
You seem to do it with ease.
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January 22, 2017 at 5:31 pm
I try, Tom, I try. 😎
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January 22, 2017 at 7:52 pm
And very well you do too! 🙂
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January 21, 2017 at 5:43 pm
What a sad, and lonely way to live…
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January 21, 2017 at 6:39 pm
Yes, mental illness keeps people in a dark and isolated room in their mind.
Thank you for stopping by Dale. I appreciate it.
Isadora 😎
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