Inside the Mind of Isadora

Friday Fictioneers – The Class Trip

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The crowd increased with every passing minute.

Deidra hated crowds. 

She felt the air disappearing around her.

Misty’s teacher had insisted all students attend the ceremony. 

“Extra credit for anyone who takes a snapshot of President Trump.”

Deidra turned to her daughter.

“Look, I’ve got to get some air. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Deidra felt panicked anxiety.

She heard gunshots.

A guard grabbed her arm.

Deidra turned. 

He pulled tightly as she tried to release his grip.

“Ma’m, please,” he said. “I think your daughter’s been shot.”

“Misty?”

“Tye-dye jacket; blond hair?”

“Yes!” 

Unbearable, howling anguish cries!

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Roger Bultot

 

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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.

43 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Class Trip

  1. Such an emotional story! I dislike big crowds and often avoid them with my young son. I’m petrified of losing him. I’m sure lots of parents feel this. Great story.

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  2. What a horrible position in which to find oneself. If only she’d taken her daughter with her.

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    • You know, I thought of adding that line to the ending – something about, “Why did I leave her behind?”
      But I also wanted the heart wrenching pain to be read too. It is only 100 words ao sometimes I battle
      with what I want to showcase. I think this is happening in many places these days. It’s a difficult world
      we send our children out into. Thanks for stopping by, Alice, and leaving your comment.
      Isadora 😎

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  3. I’m not a fan of crowds either. What a tragic scene you’ve painted. Very well written.

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  4. I felt the claustrophobia and the horrible shock. Well done.

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  5. This is so sad. Great writing, Isadora, the claustrophobia came through as very intense.

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  6. What a horrible thing to have happen… and to have survived when her daughter didn’t.

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    • It’s a terrible thing to happen to ones child. Our society is unsafe even in so-called safe environments.
      My fear, when my children went on class trips, was their safety of arriving back home again.
      I suppose that’s why I always volunteered to go though my claustrophobia of big crowds was lurking with us. : )
      Yes, a mother must never bury a child. eeekkk … just writing that sends chills. Thank you, amiga, for leaving your comment.
      Izzy 😎

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  7. Quiera Isadora,

    Que tragedia. The crowd’s bad enough. But add every mother’s nightmare. Well done. Made me ache.

    Shalom y abrazos,

    Rochelle

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    • Querida Rochelle,
      I was on the bus for every school trip because the fear of something happening to my kids
      was greater than my claustrophobic panic attacks. I don’t do well with crowds. It’s the main
      reason I’ve never been to a concert.
      Yes, the world is a difficult place to navigate today. I’m happy you enjoyed my story/nightmare.
      Gracias mi amiga …. Abrazos y Shalom
      Isadora 😎

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  8. 😦 Well done and all too real in today’s USA.

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  9. Oh! This broke my heart. Well done.

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  10. Horrific, always the innocents who get hurt in the crossfire.

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  11. What a terrible story… but well written! Suspenseful. Well done!

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  12. The tension build nicely here and I felt claustrophobic.

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  13. A shooting was my initial thought with this pic … yet, you surprised me.

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    • The first thing that came to mind was a shooting for me too. Rochelle @ Friday Fictioneers has a quote with her photo prompt challenges:
      “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”©Henry David Thoreau – You should join in aFrank. It’s amazing how difficult it is yet after awhile it’s fun. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
      Isadora 😎

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  14. Oh no! What a tragic ending! Great story, Issy!

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  15. Oh no! What a dreadful scenario – poor Deidra and Misty!

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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