Standing in the middle of the family room, I close my eyes.
Breathing deeply, I can almost smell the warmth of bread baking while pies cool on the window sill.
I can imagine being awakened by the aromatic brew of fresh coffee.
I can’t help but wonder about the many evenings after dinner when my grandmother would gather the children and impart her wisdom with stories of her native homeland and traditions.
It’s damp inside now.
Rain begins to fall, the sound against the tin roof echos a melody.
With all of my senses aroused, I embrace the warm sentiments.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©LisaFox
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Inside the Mind of Isadora 
March 12, 2022 at 11:23 pm
You’ve brought the memory to life. The smells and sounds carry her back to the experiences with her family and her grandmother’s stories, taking the memories even further back before the narrator’s lifetime. Lovely.
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March 17, 2022 at 1:13 pm
Thank you, Margaret. I’m happy you were able to feel all of her senses awakening as she recalled the days
In her memory. I appreciate your visit and insightful comment.
Isadora 😎
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March 12, 2022 at 4:42 am
Such a calming and relaxing moment for her and for us the readers. Nicely done, Isadora ❤
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March 12, 2022 at 8:01 pm
I’m pleased you could feel the atmosphere in the midst of the room. I was there myself while I wrote it, Lisa. Thank you for reading … Isadora 😎
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March 13, 2022 at 5:16 am
You’re very welcome, Isadora ❤
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March 11, 2022 at 11:33 pm
A cup of fresh coffee and a great story, I like it
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March 12, 2022 at 8:02 pm
I’m glad you do like it, Michael. Thanks …
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March 11, 2022 at 11:21 pm
Querida Isadora,
Que hermosa. I was right there with you imagining and embracing the sentiments. Bien escrito mi amiga.
Shalom y abrazos,
Rochelle
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March 12, 2022 at 8:06 pm
Querida Rochelle,
Estoy muy contenta que le gusto.
I felt myself stepping inside the old house as I viewed the photograph. The words flowed from there. I really loved this photograph. Thank you to Lisa for taking it and letting us play with it. And, as always, gracias por su trabajo todas las semanas.
Abrazos y Carino 🤗 😍
Isadora 😎
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March 11, 2022 at 7:44 pm
That was such a lovely read, Isadora.
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March 11, 2022 at 9:24 pm
Thank you, Dale. I’m glad you felt a lovely flow as you read my story.
I appreciate your thoughtful words. Have a wonderful weekdend.
Izzy 😎
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March 11, 2022 at 9:30 pm
🙂 You too!
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March 11, 2022 at 9:35 pm
😎🤗
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March 11, 2022 at 7:40 pm
Yes, the best memories are from the time when the family knew how to live together. Lovely descriptions.
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March 11, 2022 at 9:38 pm
In past times, a living room/ lounge was definitely for living. Gathering together was priceless. Media devices turned they button off. ☹️ Thank you for reading, James. Have a wonderful weekdend.
Isadora 😎
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March 11, 2022 at 5:21 pm
A charming piece, Isadora. Nicely composed take on the prompt.
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March 11, 2022 at 5:56 pm
I appreciate your kind thoughts on my story, Bill. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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March 11, 2022 at 1:01 am
when all’s said and done, nothing will be left but memories to cherish for as long as we remember.
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March 11, 2022 at 4:23 pm
Yes, the memories linger as long as the mind can endure. Great thoughts to ponder, Plaridel. Have a wonderful weekend … Isadora 😎
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March 10, 2022 at 10:38 pm
Beautifully written, Isadora. … I embrace the warm sentiments — very moving.
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March 11, 2022 at 4:27 pm
Memories of past times can have enduring warmth. Thanks for reading and commenting, Amy. Have a wonderful weekend … Isadora 😎
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March 10, 2022 at 3:21 pm
I can imagine your narrator huddled up inside, awash with beautiful memories 🙂
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March 11, 2022 at 5:09 pm
Oh good, I’m glad the warmth of her feelings while inside the house came through.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting … Have a wonderful weekdend.
Isadora 😎
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March 10, 2022 at 10:45 am
A very graphic description. Well done.
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March 11, 2022 at 3:43 pm
I’m glad the descriptions came through, Sandra.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Isadora 😎
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March 10, 2022 at 9:42 am
A could smell, taste and feel the atmosphere, great descriptions of all the senses that make up memories. Well done Isadora.
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March 10, 2022 at 8:50 pm
So grateful for your outstanding comment, Iain. With 100 words there wasn’t much more I could add without writing a full story. I’m happy it turned out to be read the way I wanted. Thank you … Isadora 😎
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March 10, 2022 at 3:37 am
Great nostalgia piece. I feel like I’m there, especially the warm bread part. “smell the warmth of bread” is such a great phrase.
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March 11, 2022 at 3:42 pm
I thought the photo had a nostalgic feel. The warmth of bread was from my childhood.
There was a WonderBread factory across from my chilchood home. They baked at night.
I’m glad you enjoyed my story, Anne. Thanks …
Isadora 😎
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March 10, 2022 at 2:06 am
A lovely story Isadora
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March 10, 2022 at 2:49 am
Thank you, Sadje. I’m happy you found it to be lovely 😊
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March 10, 2022 at 3:13 am
You’re welcome
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March 9, 2022 at 11:36 pm
Good sensory detail to this
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March 11, 2022 at 3:37 pm
I wanted to bring the thoughts of the moment into focus.
I’m pleased they came through, Neil. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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