Inside the Mind of Isadora

Friday Fictioneers – The Reunion


 It was Thursday. 

In one more day, I’ll be off to a reunion with friends from my cheerleading days.

We’d been Skyping plans for weeks. 

Checking into the hotel, the exhilaration was palpable. Adjoining rooms was perfect. 

Exhilarated, I unpacked the t-shirts I’d designed,

 ‘Eastern District High School Cheerleaders 1965’

After dinner, donning our t-shirts, we made our way to the football field.

It was the same as it had always been. 

Memories came flooding back. 

We recalled stories.

Raucous laughter and tears flowed. 

Hugs were shared.

Standing in her old spot, Mona was overcome. 

She died smiling.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega


Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt: Dale Rogerson

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*****I’ve edited the last line to say ‘Died’ instead of ‘Passed’. A writer can learn from other writers many things to improve our writing. Neil @ Neil Macdonald Author thought it was clearer if I changed it. Thanks, Neil.

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 who I am no matter what venue I choose to express it in.

46 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Reunion

  1. Dang! Right there on the field, huh? Well we all gotta go sometime.

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  2. A bittersweet tale full of nostalgia. I wonder how she died… perhaps it had something to do with the eerie light in the picture?

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  3. Oh my! I graduated high school in 1965. Mona was my age. That certainly gives one pause! I hope she died of sheer happiness 🙂

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    • Aaahhh … yes, I want to think the excitement and joy of old memories was more than she expected to feel.
      1965 was the year I got married, graduated in 1964. The reality of that is sinking in more and more recently.
      I’d like to believe Mona was tickled pink to be back in a place she loved. Thank you, Linda. Have a great week.
      Isadora 😎

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  4. I wasn’t that close to most of the people in my small class so I have never gone to a reunion. I also have moved far away. My children never have either as my son still lives close and sees friends he was closer to and my daughter has kept in touch with most of her good friends. A good story with a sad twist, Isadora. Not every story has to be happy. Well done. —- Suzanne

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    • Yes, Suzanne. Life isn’t all happy and perfect. I suppose that’s why many, who do go to reunions, always say they’re disappointed they’d gone to it. My high school was torn down and rebuilt. It’s now a Yasivaah school. Interesting, right? Thanks for commenting and visiting. It’s always appreciated.

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  5. If a person is going to go, where better than when surrounded by beloved friends, while having fun. Well-told story, Isadora.

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  6. Well, hell, Isadora! There was no need to kill her off yanno!!!

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  7. Such a nice story, tinged with that sad ending.

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  8. Querida Isadora,

    Oy vey! What a way to go. At least she smiled as she went, but it had to have put a damper on the reunion. 😉 Sweet story con una sorpresa. Bien escrito, mi agmiga.

    Shalom y abrazos,


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  9. Reunions have a way to taking us back in time. Well done, Isadora. FYI: Prince this weekend.

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  10. Oh my !!… Sadly cheerful..

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  11. Sweet story. Way to go, Mona. 😇

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    • I’m so pleased you enjoyed my story, Sylvia.
      I enjoy these 100 word challenges. They help me to be more concise in my writing.
      Hope all is going well with you. I’m always behind in my commenting at blogs but have thought about you and your iguanas. There’s a great many of them popping up on this end now. Perhaps, the iguana catchers are bringing them here. LOL
      Have a fantatstic weekend … Isadora 😎

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  12. What better way to go. A lovely poem and homage.

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  13. I guessed that meant she died. though I wasn’t sure. If it was, it was a good death

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    • I so appreciate your comment, Neil. I was hesitant to use ‘passed’ as I wasn’t sure if it would be understood as ‘death’. Would it be clearer if I changed it to ‘death’? I highly respect your opinion. We use the word ‘ passed’ here in the south. It seems less shocking when talking about death. I’d appreciate any further feedback on this. Thank you for visiting and leaving your insightful comment.
      Isadora 😎

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      • I think death is clearer. I remember in South Africa someone telling me her father was “late” and wondering when he was coming


        • LOLOL … now, that’s hilarious. Yes, there are terms that can be confusing when one is reading. I remember reading a book by a British writer who said the crime took place in the lounge. I had no idea ‘lounge’ meant living room. Aahhh … words. I love them. Thanks, Neil. I’m off to change it to ‘death’. Have a great weekend.😎

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  14. A beautiful end. We should all be so lucky to depart smiling

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