Inside the Mind of Isadora

Friday Fictioneers – Our Promise

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 It felt odd standing at the front door.

“Come on, Brie. Open up.”

She turned the doorknob; they entered.

The house felt eerily quiet.

The euphoria from days-gone-by was missing.

Brie couldn’t stop thinking about the last few days.

She was opposed to it.

James insisted, “It’s the right thing to do.”

“She relies on tubes, drips, and machinery?” he shouted.

“But, she’s alive,” I pleaded.

“And, our promise to let her die with dignity.”

“She gave us life, James.”

“Then, we owe her dignity in death.” 

“Doctor, my brother and I …”

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“Look Brie, mom’s favorite Paris poster.”

 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©C.E.Ayer

 

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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.

21 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Our Promise

  1. Reading this makes one think, which is good…For me every thing has a memory attached to it.

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  2. It’s a terrible predicament, indeed, to have to wrestle with such a decision. I hope they found comfort in finding her favorite Paris poster, and let the poor dear go peacefully.

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    • I do agree that these decisions are difficult one. I believe more people are adding
      their desires through lawyers to avoid putting the burden on our loved ones.
      Items we have in our homes are more than just things. They’re the life lived by the owners of them.
      Thank you for commenting, Linda. It’s always a pleasure to see your comments and thoughts.
      Be safe … stay healthy … be happy … Blessings to you and yours, Isadora 😍😎

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  3. A tough decision for them to make, especially if they cannot agree, and no easy or right or wrong answer. Nicely written.

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  4. Let her go with dignity. No questions; it’s cruel otherise. Well written, amiga.

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    • YUP … found you in SPAM. I think I’ll have a contest for this
      coming week … how many SPAMS can I find in a day? Like: Where’s Waldo? lol
      Yes, it’s a difficult decision for those who have to make it.
      It’s even more difficult to sort through treasures parents thought were important
      but the kids do not. Life and all its complexities. Gracias, mi amiga.
      Be Safe … Be Healthy … Happy Sunday
      Isadora 😎

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  5. This is very poignant, well written. I have bins of my mother’s old stuff, can’t get her grandchildren to even look at it. One day they’ll have to, unless I can get up the courage to get rid of it! I wonder if that would make a good story!

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    • Yes, kids and grandkids don’t have the same connections to the items of their parents. They lived during a time when any small item was a treasure. Now-a-days, they have different thoughts on what is valuable. I’m pleased you enjoyed. Thank you for visiting and commenting.
      Isadora 😎
      I’m having toruble with WP. My comments are not showing or go to SPAM. I left a comment on your story but it’s not showing. PLease check your SPAM. I enjoyed it very much.

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  6. i think it’s wise to do spring cleaning long before the winter of your life comes. it frees those left behind from most of the headaches in deciding what to keep and what to discard.

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  7. Querida Isadora,

    Que triste y realista. 😦 Bien escrita. It’s a tough decision for many.

    Shalom y abrazos,

    Rochelle

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    • Querdia Rochelle,
      Es dificil para los hijos cuando esto pasa.
      The decisions are never really ever laid out for the children even if it’s written down. Each stage of life is never easy. Gracias por sus buenas palabras y como siempre …
      Abrazos y Carino,
      Isadora 😍

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  8. This reminds me of the summer my sisters and I took care of my parents as our mother died. Long days. Sad nights. Going through their belongings, thinning them out. What stays, what goes. you hit the nail on the head.

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    • Hi Alicia,
      Well, I can see it being difficult to decide what to do with your parents things. The things in their lives are a compilation of who they were.
      There are some who treasure them because of the memories. There are others who feel no connection at all. It’s quite an issue.
      Thanks for stopping by and commenting. It’s always good to see you here. Stay safe … Be healthy … Happy Hugs … 😍😎
      Izzy 😎

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  9. To fear the loss of dignity more than death is so human

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  10. This was really touching, both sad and hopeful. A want for Dignity in death, yet she’s the one who gave them life. And we don’t realize know do we, if people in comas are alive in their heads? Great write.

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    • Thank you, Mandibelle. I’m happy to see you visiting. The photo brought those thoughts to mind. I’ve been sorting through my things and discarding. One can never know if another will love your items the same as you. It’s a difficult decision one may have to make during those times when the person can’t make it for themselves. I think we all just want to know we will not be a burden on our families.
      Hope your staying safe and well during these trying quanarntined days. Blessings, Isadora 😎

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