Inside the Mind of Isadora

Friday Fictioneers -Shack in the Woods

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A small wooden shack stands deep in the woods. 

It’s weathered, empty, and distant among the trees.

It calls me to its window, where the sun glints off pieces of broken glass.

Some are hanging loosely to the window pane, but most are strewn across the floor, mixed with rocks and leaves.

On the side of the house towards the back, a rickety unsteady crumbling shack stands, a testament to the days when homegrown fruits and vegetables were sold seasonally.

I feel nostalgic, as I walk the grounds taking in each detail of this skeleton of a home.

Memories unfold.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

photo prompt©BrendaFox

 

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

44 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers -Shack in the Woods

  1. I enjoyed reading this, Isadora. It drew me in.

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  2. The stories the shack could tell!

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  3. Even without telling us your protagonist feels nostalgic, your piece gives off a nostalgic feel. I can feel a flashback being triggered.

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  4. A lovely nostalgic story. My brother often drives along our old childhood street and over decades has seen (and calls me to report) the changes. I prefer to remember it as it was. I guess that’s the two sides of nostalgia – reliving lovely times but grieving their loss.

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    • I’m with you, Margaret. I visited my childhoos gome and would have preferred to remember it
      as it was when I was a child. Eventually, I googled my home and it had burned down in a fire.
      A very traumatic moment when I read it. Memories are best remembered.
      Thank you! I appreciate your comment.
      Sorry for the delay in responding. I was on vacation.
      Isadora 😎

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  5. A very nostalgic story. As I read it, I did my own walk down memory lane. Fruit and vegetable stands were a seasonal event for my family growing up in a farming community. Love it, Isadora! 🙂

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  6. Ah, lovely. I wondered if your MC was drawn in because she used to live there. Great story, stirring memories of my own.

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    • Actually, it’s fiction. The MC is a fictional guy (it could be a woman) remembering his dads stories. I’m a city gal here – NY. lol But, thanks. I guess I was quite convincing. The photo had a nostalgic feel to it. I may have channeled my other self who’s always wished for lots of land (like a ranch – nothing primitive) just space. Thank for your wonderful comment, Linda. Have a blessed weekend … Isadora 🙏🏻

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  7. I can relate to this story. We tend to resist our childhood places and wonder at the fun we had.

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  8. Querida Isadora,

    Your words put me in the scene. Bien escrito mi amiga.

    Shalom y cariño,

    Rochelle

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  9. This reminded me of my visit a few weeks ago to a city where I spent 10 happy years working at a television studio. Whole streets had disappeared under skyscrapers – really shocking. But there are still the memories. Nicely done.

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  10. keep walking down the memory lane but watch out for pieces of broken glass. they may hurt your feet if not careful.

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  11. The shack may be crumbling but the memories remain intact.

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  12. This seems to be a treasured memory. Lovely.

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  13. This story has a wistful, literary feel to it. There are still simple farm stands , at least upstate New York! I stopped at one that functions on the honor system. Bag your own and put cash in a lock box.

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    • Thank you, CG. Looking back at memorable times an feel wistful. There was an apple farm stand I came across while visiting my daughter several years ago in a small toen outside of Albany. It was captivating to see. Bag your own and put cash in a lock box is truly a throw-back. Love it … Isadora 😎

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  14. I agree with you, this dwelling has a lot of character and I’m guessing a rich community history.

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  15. A very charming story, Isadora. Well done.

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  16. A wistful memory of simpler times.

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  17. Happy times, which I remember well.

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  18. A way of life that won’t return

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  19. Those farm stands remind me also of past times.

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