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
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers Photo challenge
Inside the Mind of Isadora 
June 7, 2022 at 6:48 pm
❤️❤️❤️
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June 13, 2022 at 4:34 pm
Thank you, Boris. I appreciate your comment.
Isadora 😎
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May 31, 2022 at 10:16 pm
I enjoyed reading this, Isadora. It drew me in.
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June 13, 2022 at 4:35 pm
Thank you!. I appreciate your comment.
I’ve been on vacation. Sorry for the response delay.
Isadora 😎
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June 14, 2022 at 1:15 am
No worries. Hope you had a great vacation 🙂
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May 31, 2022 at 7:31 am
The stories the shack could tell!
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June 13, 2022 at 4:37 pm
Oh yes, I think so too. Thank you, Tennille. I appreciate your comment.
Sorry for the delay in responding. I was on vacation.
Isadora 😎
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May 31, 2022 at 12:59 am
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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June 13, 2022 at 4:38 pm
Such a lovely comment … Thank you! I appreciate your comment.
Sorry for the delay in responding. I was on vacation.
Isadora 😎
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May 29, 2022 at 12:09 am
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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June 13, 2022 at 4:41 pm
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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June 14, 2022 at 12:02 am
How sad to discover that fire in that way. My childhood house was demolished too, and a much bigger, much better house built there. So my brother reported. I hope you had a lovely holiday.
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May 28, 2022 at 7:20 pm
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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June 13, 2022 at 4:46 pm
I always enjoy writing nostalgic stories. There’s a lot of meat on the bone.
Memories can be cloudy too. Sometimes, writing about anothers’ experience
can trigger a memory of our own. Thank you, Brenda, for the comment
and photograph. I too have a similar pic from a trip through Mexico while
driving towards the pyramids. I appreciate your comment.
Sorry for the delay in responding. I was on vacation.
Isadora 😎
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June 14, 2022 at 1:12 pm
No problem. I hope you had a very relaxing holiday. My memories are certainly getting cloudy, so I too enjoy the reminder and the revisit. Take care! 🙂
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June 16, 2022 at 4:53 pm
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May 27, 2022 at 12:53 pm
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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May 27, 2022 at 7:59 pm
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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May 27, 2022 at 12:44 pm
I can relate to this story. We tend to resist our childhood places and wonder at the fun we had.
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May 27, 2022 at 7:44 pm
Memories may not always be all good but the ones that are can be a gift. I’m pleased you could relate. Thanks, James. 😊
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May 27, 2022 at 10:20 am
Querida Isadora,
Your words put me in the scene. Bien escrito mi amiga.
Shalom y cariño,
Rochelle
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May 27, 2022 at 12:28 pm
Querida Rochelle,
Tickled pink you felt the nostalgia of old times. Gracias, mi amiga. Have a great weekend.
Abrazos y Carino,
Isadora 😎
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May 27, 2022 at 9:19 am
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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May 27, 2022 at 12:33 pm
We can never go home … the changes are always shocking and disappointing. Someimes, progress isn’t. Thank you, Sandra, for your lovely comment. Have a good weekend … Isadora 😎
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May 26, 2022 at 4:17 pm
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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May 26, 2022 at 7:42 pm
Yes, memories can also be shard of glass if unhappy ones. This one was nostalgic. Thanks 😎
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May 26, 2022 at 2:34 pm
The shack may be crumbling but the memories remain intact.
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May 26, 2022 at 7:44 pm
There can always be good memories if we see them. Thank you, Keith. Have a great day.
Isadora 😎
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May 26, 2022 at 12:03 pm
This seems to be a treasured memory. Lovely.
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May 26, 2022 at 11:04 am
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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May 26, 2022 at 7:49 pm
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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May 26, 2022 at 3:46 am
I agree with you, this dwelling has a lot of character and I’m guessing a rich community history.
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May 27, 2022 at 8:03 pm
Focusing on the photo, I could imagime people working hard to grow fruits or vegetables
for selling at this stand but hard times and harsh environments may have been its demise.
Thanks, Lisa, for the shout out. Have a special weekend … Isadora 😎
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May 27, 2022 at 10:01 pm
You’re very welcome, Isadora. You too!
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May 26, 2022 at 12:39 am
A very charming story, Isadora. Well done.
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May 26, 2022 at 7:50 pm
I appreciate the wonderful comment, Bill. Thank you … Have a great day.
Isadora 😎
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May 25, 2022 at 8:39 pm
A wistful memory of simpler times.
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May 26, 2022 at 7:52 pm
It’s dismal to think these wistful times will never return again. Thank you, Iain. Enjoy a great day.
Isadora 😎
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May 25, 2022 at 7:47 pm
Happy times, which I remember well.
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May 26, 2022 at 7:54 pm
Some of the old memories are the best ones, Michael. I’m glad you had the experience. Thank you … Isadora 😎
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May 25, 2022 at 7:24 pm
A way of life that won’t return
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May 26, 2022 at 7:56 pm
Sadly, no, they will not return. We can’t go back but we can enjoy the memories of the things that were enjoyable. Thanks, Neil. Have a great day.
Isadora 😎
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May 25, 2022 at 6:47 pm
Those farm stands remind me also of past times.
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May 25, 2022 at 6:50 pm
As a child, I remember visiting my great grandmother where they had farm stands everywhere. There was only one store. Simpler times, Frank. Thanks, Isadora 😎
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