Another day is about to pass. With wide eyes, I see into the remains of the day. The red ink, in the blue milk skies, illuminating the world before dusk. I love you as the night loves shadow. I love the essence of all you are. Each time I see your handcrafted goblets, a smile invades my lips.
When I’m alone like this, you’re always in my heart. The sun massages my face from the suns rays streaming through the open window. The wind ruffles my hair. I can feel your exhaustion against yielding grain like my thoughts of you.
©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Sarah Ann Hall
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Inside the Mind of Isadora 
November 18, 2017 at 10:41 pm
A lovely write!
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November 19, 2017 at 6:07 pm
Thank you, Christy. I’ve become fond of writing stories in 100 words. The challenge is making me be a better writer. I’m happy you liked my story.
Isadora 😎
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November 8, 2017 at 12:22 am
Lovely
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November 8, 2017 at 4:11 am
Thank you, Dawn. I appreciate the visit and comment.
Isadora 😎
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November 7, 2017 at 10:45 pm
Lovely. She seems to have come to a nice place with her grief where she can feel happiness with her memories. acceptance of her loss but still that loving and wanting.
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November 8, 2017 at 1:53 pm
At times, we all have to go to a place of peace with our grief. Memories are there for us to remember fondly those we love.
Thank you, Irene for your wonderful comment.
Isadora 😎
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November 7, 2017 at 8:27 am
So lyrical, it transported me to another world.
Beautifully written.
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November 8, 2017 at 1:51 pm
I love the word lyrical to describe my story. Thank you, Moon.
Isadora 😎
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November 5, 2017 at 10:52 pm
This was so beautiful Isadora. I could repeat what everyone said but… just longingly lovely.
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November 6, 2017 at 3:30 pm
I appreciate your receiving the ‘Longing’ that I was trying to convey, Dale. Thank you … Merci …
Isadora 😎
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November 5, 2017 at 4:21 pm
So beautiful… that longing is so well said… more like a gentle ache than a piercing pain
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November 6, 2017 at 3:08 pm
Ahhhh Bjorn … you read in my story what I was trying to convey …. ‘The Longing’.
Thank you for seeing that. I appreciate your comment very much.
Isadora 😎
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November 5, 2017 at 12:03 pm
What beautiful prose. It flows so effortlessly and creates crystal-clear images of love and longing.
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November 6, 2017 at 3:29 pm
RG,
Thank you seems too simple for how I feel about your comment. I appreciate your visiting.
Isadora 😎
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November 4, 2017 at 5:20 pm
Very touching Issy, one of your best one hundreds, happy Saturday lovely lady!
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November 4, 2017 at 6:59 pm
I think I shoud add these wonderful 100 word stories to a book. I just have to find the time and the right way to do it.
Thank you for yoru positive encouragement.
Issy 😎
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November 4, 2017 at 4:56 pm
Nice 100. I love this… I love you as the night loves shadow.
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November 4, 2017 at 5:35 pm
Thank you, Ted, for loving that line. After I wrote the line, I sat an contemplated on the words.
Shadows are always associated with creepy or supernatural. I wanted the words to be more like
a blanket wrapping arpound the person. Thrilled you enjoyed my writing.
Isadora 😎
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November 4, 2017 at 6:28 pm
Night would not get creepy, Day might.
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November 4, 2017 at 3:03 pm
This is beautiful. Peaceful in its longing. Well done, my dear.
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November 4, 2017 at 3:54 pm
I’m so pleased that were able to feel the peacefulness in her longing, Alicia.
Thanks for visiting and commenting. Have a super weekend.
Isadora 😎
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November 3, 2017 at 9:44 pm
Querida Amiga
¡Estoy feliz de verte aquí!Beautiful poem. I could feel the love and the grief of loss. Hermosa.
Shalom y paz
Rochelle
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November 4, 2017 at 2:30 pm
Querida Rochelle,
Gracias por su apollo y buenas palabras.
It feels good to be back to writing. I still have a few cobwebs to clear out. Hope your book show was a success. You looked adorable in your hat. Hats and scarves my favorite things to wear. Isadora Duncan and all that … have a super weekend.
Abrazos y carino
Isadora 😎
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November 4, 2017 at 3:02 pm
And welcome back!
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November 4, 2017 at 3:52 pm
Thank you, Alicia. 😍 😎
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November 3, 2017 at 8:18 pm
Such a beautiful poem, my dear Isadora, full of love… 😘🤗😘🤗😘🤗
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November 3, 2017 at 9:28 pm
Love cna heal all and create a peaceful environment.
Ahhhh … to be able to give love to everyone and have them gift it to someone else.
Sweet words from you, Marina. Thnak you …. 😍 ❤️ 😍
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November 3, 2017 at 2:09 pm
Beautiful Issy!
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November 3, 2017 at 2:26 pm
I’m happy you enjoyed reading my story, PJ.
I can’t believe it’s the weekend already.
Have a great one.
Issy 😎
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November 3, 2017 at 4:36 pm
Time is going by so fast. 🙂
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November 3, 2017 at 6:19 pm
Yes, it is. Before we know it another year will be gone. : )
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November 3, 2017 at 6:20 pm
The older I get the more time flys by so darn fast!
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November 3, 2017 at 11:48 am
This is an amazingly clear picture of one who is grieving the loss of a great love. Beautiful.
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November 3, 2017 at 6:23 pm
I appreciate your wonderful thoughts on my story. Thank you so much.
Isadora 😎
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November 2, 2017 at 10:19 pm
I liked “I can feel your exhaustion against yielding grain”
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November 3, 2017 at 5:12 am
Thank you, Neil. I was going to write a poem and then change to a short vignette.
I belive that line and few other kept their poetic rhyme. I appreciate your constructive words.
Isadora 😎
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