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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Inside the Mind of Isadora 
June 12, 2018 at 4:18 pm
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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June 15, 2018 at 6:53 pm
Thanks for your wonderful comment, JE. It’s a difficult part of our lives now-a-days … lack of safety.
I appreciate your stoping by … it looks like I’m a bit late for responses and this weeks prompt. 😳
Isadora 😎
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June 11, 2018 at 11:31 pm
What a horrible position in which to find oneself. If only she’d taken her daughter with her.
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June 12, 2018 at 2:35 am
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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June 11, 2018 at 9:24 pm
I’m not a fan of crowds either. What a tragic scene you’ve painted. Very well written.
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June 12, 2018 at 12:03 pm
Thank you, Russell. The photo brought to mind tragedy for some reason. I’m pleased you thought it was very well written. High praise from a well-established writer like you. Have a Happy Wednesday !!!
Isadora 😎
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June 11, 2018 at 8:27 pm
I felt the claustrophobia and the horrible shock. Well done.
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June 12, 2018 at 4:53 pm
I’m pleased you could feel the intensity. I appreciate your comment and visit. Thank you 😊
Isadora 😎
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June 10, 2018 at 6:04 pm
This is so sad. Great writing, Isadora, the claustrophobia came through as very intense.
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June 10, 2018 at 9:14 pm
Yes, it’s a sad tale but something that can happen now-a-days.
I’m claustrophobic when it comes to crowds. I’m pleased that
truism came through. Gahlearner. Thank you for the lovely comment.
Isadora 😎
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June 10, 2018 at 4:11 pm
What a horrible thing to have happen… and to have survived when her daughter didn’t.
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June 10, 2018 at 9:20 pm
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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June 11, 2018 at 3:29 am
No, my friend… a mother must not bury her child… I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, knowing first hand just what it is.
Dale xo
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June 11, 2018 at 3:33 pm
Oh, dear … I’m so sorry for your loss. I’m sure this story brought up sad memories. Sorry seems too small a word. I haven’t experienced that type of loss. I can’t even imagine it. Vitural hugs being sent to you 🤗🤗🤗
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June 11, 2018 at 4:49 pm
No worries, quérida amiga… he’s been gone 21 years…
I hope you never do… 😘😘
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June 11, 2018 at 6:42 pm
Sadly, my mother did from my youngest sisters’ suicide. Hidden sorrows … 😍
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June 11, 2018 at 9:12 pm
Oh, I am so sorry to you and your mother and the rest of your family… that has to be the most horrible thing…
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June 12, 2018 at 2:42 am
Dear Dear Dale,
My intention was never to add something more dramatic then your sorrow.
But, with the 2 suicides this past week, it’s been a bit on my mind. It’s sad:yes.
My parenst and other siblings except for a brother are no longer alive. My brother
is in an institution for the mentally disabled.
Like you, one day if I could write down my memoir without the difficulty of my
feelings, all would be tragically understood.
Thank you for understanding and always being such a great commentator.
AND … of course, for follwoing my blog tales.
Isadora 😎
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June 12, 2018 at 2:53 am
Please, my dear Isadora,
You should not feel in any way, shape or form, bad!
I am so sorry that all that is left of your immediate family is you and your brother. It is the same for my mother and her sister and they are still shell-shocked to find themselves the last two.
I have found that writing does help me. Tremendously. Because through my writing, I have found fabulous people like you who have added so much love to my life…
Lotsa love,
Dale xoxo
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June 12, 2018 at 11:57 am
Yes, writing is a great outlet. Thank you for your caring response.
Abrazos y Carino 😍❤️😍
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June 12, 2018 at 12:11 pm
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June 10, 2018 at 2:32 pm
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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June 10, 2018 at 9:26 pm
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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June 9, 2018 at 8:39 pm
😦 Well done and all too real in today’s USA.
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June 10, 2018 at 9:20 pm
Yes, indeed. It’s very timely for the world we live in now-a-days.
Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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June 9, 2018 at 5:31 pm
Oh! This broke my heart. Well done.
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June 10, 2018 at 9:28 pm
It’s a strange world we live in, Alicia. Too many things happening at sports events, museums and even schools.
I can’t nor do I want to imagine how it would feel to have something happen to my child.
Sending heart healing hugs ….
Isadora 😎
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June 10, 2018 at 11:01 pm
Hugs being sent back to you! Happy Sunday evening.
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June 9, 2018 at 4:45 pm
Horrific, always the innocents who get hurt in the crossfire.
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June 10, 2018 at 9:45 pm
This is a very true statement, Iain. An outing that I’m sure the teens were happy about turns into tragedy.
A sign of the times. Thanks …
Isadora 😎
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June 9, 2018 at 4:20 pm
What a terrible story… but well written! Suspenseful. Well done!
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June 11, 2018 at 7:43 pm
Ha Ha … love the comment, Courtney. Glad it was a good “terrible story’.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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June 12, 2018 at 1:00 am
I guess that IS what I said..huh? LOL! Well. Ot was!! 😁😁
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June 12, 2018 at 2:26 am
I took your comment as very complementary.
It is a terrible situation to be in all of a sudden. Those small 100 words force us to be concise and to the point form the reader. I’ve been enjoying the challenges and thanks to Rochelle have become a much better writing. Thanks again 🤗😍😎
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June 9, 2018 at 4:05 pm
The tension build nicely here and I felt claustrophobic.
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June 11, 2018 at 7:53 pm
Claustrophobic: that’s me. The only truism in the story. I don’t do well in large crowds.
I’m tickled you felt the anxiety and enjoyed my story, Tracey. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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June 9, 2018 at 3:47 pm
A shooting was my initial thought with this pic … yet, you surprised me.
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June 11, 2018 at 7:51 pm
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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June 9, 2018 at 3:45 pm
Oh no! What a tragic ending! Great story, Issy!
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June 10, 2018 at 9:31 pm
I seemed to have developed a pattern of dramatic endings.
I think I like it. The unexpected ending can leave one looking to read more.
Yes, it’s a sad story. It seems to be one that is happening too often.
Thanks, PJ, for reading and commenting.
Issy 😎
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June 10, 2018 at 9:49 pm
Thanks Issy! I like reading your stories. I like your style of writing!
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June 9, 2018 at 3:20 pm
Oh no! What a dreadful scenario – poor Deidra and Misty!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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June 10, 2018 at 9:33 pm
A traumatic day Deidra will remember forever. A tragedy that happening too often as of late.
Thank you, Susan, for reading and commenting on my story.
Isadora 😎
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