He stood at the door of 28909 Rue de Jardin. Memories flooded his mind. He’d never imagined seeing this house again.
Why had his father left it to him?
They hadn’t spoken in forty years. He was ten. His mother had divorced him immediately after she discovered his affair. Her broken heart finally erased by her suicide.
Sitting with Clarice, the now 90 year old mistress, in the large windowed parlor he remembered the park view from his bedroom. The wounds still felt razor deep.
He placed a stone on the gravestone; softly murmuring, “Ikh bin dir mühl. Hasholem Aaron Steinman”.
2017©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 101 words
Photo Prompt: Janet Webb
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*****I forgive you in Yiddish – ikh bin dir mühl
*****Rest in Peace in Yiddish – hasholem
***** Within the Jewish faith, it is customary to leave a small stone on a grave. Placing the stone on a grave serves as a sign to others that someone has visited the grave. It also enables visitors to partake in the mitzvah tradition commemorating the burial of the deceased. Stones are a fitting symbol of the lasting presence of the departed life. info©shiva.com
July 18, 2017 at 5:09 pm
So many years wasted…. So beautifully told, Isadora 💗
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July 18, 2017 at 6:53 pm
Life is short. We should enjoy and appreciate our loved ones while we have them.
Sad … it happens way too often. Thanks, Dale, merci.
Iz 😎
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July 18, 2017 at 7:02 pm
So very true!
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July 19, 2017 at 6:48 am
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July 18, 2017 at 1:57 pm
How wonderful he could forgive. A lovely story and good writing, Isadora. 🙂 — Suzanne
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July 18, 2017 at 2:50 pm
I figured it was best for the character to forgive than to continue with his negative feelings.
For a longer story, I may have had a few twists. I’m happy you liked my story, Suzanne.
Isadora 😎
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July 18, 2017 at 1:45 pm
Forgiveness can be so liberating. Well done.
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July 18, 2017 at 2:48 pm
Yes, forgiveness can be healing. Thank you, Sandra.
Isadora 😎
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July 17, 2017 at 3:12 am
Never too late to forgive than carry the hate forward. Nice one.
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July 17, 2017 at 2:57 pm
Hate carried forward can only hurt the person whose holding on to it.
Thank you for visiting and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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July 17, 2017 at 3:01 am
This is lovely.
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July 17, 2017 at 2:56 pm
I’m happy you thought so, Dawn. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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July 16, 2017 at 1:46 pm
Touchingly wonderful.
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July 17, 2017 at 2:55 pm
Thank you for visiting and commenting. ~~~ : )
Isadora 😎
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July 15, 2017 at 6:30 pm
I looked up the words and then saw that you’d put the translation ❤
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July 16, 2017 at 2:04 am
So sorry, Gilly. I’ll add the explanations closer to the story next time. I didn’t think many people would know what the words meant.
Growing up in a jewish neighborhood, I learned some of their customs from my playmates. This was one of the traditions.
Have a peaceful Sunday.
Issy 😎
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July 15, 2017 at 4:40 pm
A divorce affects the children more than their parents realise. What a shame he couldn’t forgive his father in his lifetime. Historia muy buena.
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July 16, 2017 at 3:04 am
One wonders if staying together with someone would hurt children too. I suppose it’s best to keep the details from the children.
They’re questions that only the two people can address. It must be complicated. I’ve been married for 52 years (this August).
I have no experience in all of this. My imagiantion does take me to places when I write. It’s how I came up with the story.
Thank you for feeling the words. Muchas Gracias 😍
Isadora 😎
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July 15, 2017 at 8:33 am
So beautiful.
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July 16, 2017 at 2:05 am
Thank you, Loiuse. 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 8:52 pm
Very touching story. I loved that he forgave his father.
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July 15, 2017 at 1:49 am
It may have been a bit late for his father to know but for him it was a step forward.
We can’t carry things like that in the present as they can hold us back from the joys of the present.
I’m pleased you found my story touching. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 7:30 pm
There is a mournful, yet peaceful feeling to your story.
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July 15, 2017 at 1:53 am
In order for him to move forward he needed to, in some way, forgive his father. Carrying that pain further would have never allowed him to be happy in the present. A bit late for the father to know but his mothers suicide created a bitterness that was beyond forgiveness. Perhaps, now, he is in peace too. Thank you, Alicia, for enjoying where I took the photo prompt. Alawys a pleasure to see you comments.
Izzy 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 11:17 am
Querida Isadora,
Esto tocó mi corazón. Buen escrito. Hermoso cuento.
This past memorial day we went to the Jewish cemetery and laid stones on my parents’ and grandparents’ graves. I’d never done that before.
I recently wrote a story about the tradition since my next book (coffee-table art book) will be called A Stone or the Journey. I shared this story on What Pegman Saw…like I need another prompt challenge, right? (Like a lokh in kop- a hole in the head. 😉 ) https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/05/29/a-stone-for-the-journey/
Again. Wonderful story.
Shalom y abrazos,
Rochelle
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July 14, 2017 at 3:02 pm
Queirda Rochelle,
Parablas muy bellas para mi obra. Gracias ❤️
My Jewish friend had just mentioned to me that she went to her fathers grave for memorial day and placed a stone.
As a child, I remember my young jewish girl friend, Rifka, (ugh… forgot the spelling) crying about her grandmother. She told we had to find a pretty stone for her. In the concrete jungle…???!!! We did in her backyard. A lot of coincidences for the small stone tradition. Good vibes back and forth bringing the same thoughts.
I’ve wanted to participate in other writing challenges but I don’t need another a lokh in kop. ~~~~ : – ) I barely can keep up with what I do. : O Lots of fun people in these writing groups.
I’m off to read your story. Gracias … que pases un buen fin de semana con su amable familia.
Abrazos y Shalom,
Isadora 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 11:14 am
Simply delightful.
Please click to read my FriFic
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July 14, 2017 at 6:20 pm
I’m pleased you enjoyed 😊
Thank you 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 8:09 am
Touching story of forgiveness. Nicely done.
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July 15, 2017 at 2:08 am
It’s never too late to forgive even if the person is no longer alive. In reality, the forgiveness is for him to be able to move on.
Thank you, Iain, for reading my story and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 7:55 am
He should really have left the house to his mistress
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July 15, 2017 at 2:24 am
I think becasue the mistress was in her 90’s the father must have felt it was best to leave it to the son. OR … perhaps, he wanted to make amends to his son who had to live with the depressive heartache the mother had from the affair … AND … lest we forget she DID committ suicide. There are no winners in this one. Perhaps, it’s best to leave the whole story to 100 words. 😳 😊 Thanks for the dialog, visit and comment, Neil.
Isadora 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 7:22 am
A sad story, you captured the emotions well
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July 15, 2017 at 2:26 am
Thank you, Laurie. In family situations, sometimes, there are casualties that can’t be fixed. At least, he forgave his dad for himslef as it’s too late for his father to know.
Isadora 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 6:47 am
Such a sad tale, nicely written.
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July 15, 2017 at 2:26 am
Thank you for commenting and visitng, Moon. I’m pleased you thoguth it was nicely written.
Isadora 😎
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July 14, 2017 at 4:38 am
Beautiful.
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July 15, 2017 at 1:30 am
Thank you, Indira. 😎
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