Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – I Loved Her First

He’d known her since she was very young. She was beautiful. He loved her the second he laid eyes upon her. His love ran deep.

At one time, he had been her hero. She looked to him for advice and guidance. She said she loved him too. But now, he was losing her to another man. 

Thoughts of stepping away from her were impossible to imagine. The heartfelt pain might be too much to endure.

He kissed her forehead and cheek, a desperate hug with tear-filled eyes.

Looking into her eyes, he smiled and gave her to the groom.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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I Loved Her First – Heartland (Lyrics)

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©JohnNixon

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Friday Fictioneers – At the Hospital

The ‘Get Well’ cards and balloons filled the dining room. Marta was well-liked by all.

But, her diagnosis was grim. It was a rare form of cancer. It had spread throughout her body. If it hadn’t been for COVID, she wouldn’t have known until she died.

We haven’t seen any family visitors. Has anyone called her family?

There is no family.

Nonsense, everyone has a family.

She does not. How long does she have to live? 

Perhaps, a month.

Good Odds.

How so?

A neighbor found her during a well-check visit. She arrived here as an attempted suicide.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

photo prompt©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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What is Depression?
Depression is a real illness that impacts the brain. Anyone suffering from depression will tell you, it’s not imaginary or “all in your head.” Depression is more than just feeling down. It is a serious illness caused by changes in brain chemistry. Research tells us that other factors contribute to the onset of depression, including genetics, changes in hormone levels, certain medical conditions, stress, grief or difficult life circumstances. Any of these factors alone or in combination can precipitate changes in brain chemistry that lead to depression’s many symptoms.©info from the Univsersity of Michigan Mental Health

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For more information about depression:

World Mental Health – Dignity Mental Health Foundation
University of Michigan Depression Center – Mental Health


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Friday Fictioneers -Shack in the Woods

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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Friday Fictioneers – Auntie Helga Visits

Honestly, this conversation is over.

Why, Miranda, why?

Because it’s my room and I’ll keep it whatever way I wish.

But Auntie Helga will be staying in your room while she visits.

And, your point?

Well, Auntie needs space to do her scrapbooking. You know how much she enjoys her hobby. She needs space.

If I tidy up, I’ll never find my stuff again. I’m a writer; we need our itty bits of paper, post-its, and books to complete our stories. Besides, Aunt Helga will only be here a week.

I guess you’re right. Okay, let’s watch a movie.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

photo prompt©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Make Magic Happen

The funeral was exactly the way my grandmother wanted.

She pre-paid and planned it all before she died.

Always the forward-thinking woman, no one would be able to leave any details out.

The rose garden was to be her final resting place.

She’d say, “Where else would I want to be? These roses have helped me create beautiful paintings that will live on in the homes of many long after I’m gone.”

Her garden was magical. She could grow colorful varieties.

I’m sure she’s looking down at us and saying, “Pick up a paintbrush and make magic happen.”

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

photo prompt©Dale Rogerson

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Pierre’s Tulip Garden 

She was waiting for Pierre in the garden. He’d gone to get some wine for their moonlight stargazing tonight. He was always very romantic.

The floral scents engulfed her as she walked among the many

prize-winning tulips.

There were many varieties. Pierre was proud of his green thumb. 

Turning, she saw him running towards her. 

“Mona! My precious flowerThe love of my life.”

Finally, he said it. 

“Oh, Pierre!

Mona, my flower!”

Oh, Pierre! I love you too!

Pierre reached her. He knelt and moved her foot aside.

“My flower!” “You were standing on my prize-winning flower.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Na’ama Yehuda

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*****Do to alot of out of state visitors, I’ve edited an oldie but somewhat goodie from a FF 2017 story that goes well with this pix. Ejoy 😎 🌸 😍


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Friday Fictioneers – Forever All Alone

Darkness covers me like a blanket

Shadows surround my thoughts

My arms wrap tightly around me

Deserted, no one home

You keep me isolated 

My only friend, just you

Smiles ne’er intrude our space

With you, I’m safe and whole

The thorns of my emotions

Keep rising from deep inside

Always in your shadows

Always in your arms

I cannot see the rose

Only thorns of pain

Madness all around me

It keeps me huddled tight

Tomorrow won’t be different

It will always be the same

Fear keeps me shaking

My spirit is tattered, worn

Darkness gives me comfort

Forever, all alone

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 102

Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson

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*****A similar photo by Ted Strutz was posted on Friday Fictioneers back in 2017. I wrote this poem for that image. I didn’t get many views or comments. I thought  I’d edit it a bit and add it to this photograph by Dale Rogerson. Sorry about the two extra words.

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Friday Fictioneers – Moms Will Be Moms

Charles, please eat something. You’ve been on your computer for hours.

Mom, I have to finish my thesis. My graduation ceremony is in May. I need to finish this.

I thought computers were supposed to make things easier and quicker.

Seriously, Mom??? You need to add your info or research your information. It all takes time.

Well, I’m bringing you something to eat since you refuse to leave this room.

OK, Mom. Just make it the last interruption.

Knock, Knock here’s some food.

Fine. Thank you, yes, I love you.

Now, don’t forget a bathroom break too.

UGH, OK, Mom.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©David Stewart

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Friday Fictioneers – Remorse

It was a cloudy overcast day. A cool breeze blew as Bobby looked down at Jimmy. 

“Hi, Jimmy,” he said in a low voice. 

“Where did these huge boulders and rocks come from?”

Silence surrounded the space between them. 

“I’m sorry, Jimmy”. 

We were two young college kids. It was Spring Break. We all thought it would be fun to drive down to the beach. It was wild when the girls arrived. What a surprise! 

I never thought it would get out of hand. 

Bobby placed a rose on his tombstone; forgive me. 

I should never have been driving drunk.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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**********Spring Break is in full swing here in Florida. The beaches are packed shoulder to shoulder with teens celebrating. The drinking has gotten so bad in South Miami that the bars have a 6:00 pm last call on drinks and a midnight curfew has been issued by the county commissioners.


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Friday Fictioneers – Psych Ward

It was challenging to walk in shackles. My hands ache from the cuffs.

How would I manage if I fell?

They don’t care. 

He was just a homeless bum sleeping on a sidewalk.

It doesn’t matter to anyone that someone is killing the sleeping homeless.

How would I know if the guy searching through my stuff was the killer?

Now, I walk in shackles because I defended my bare essentials.

Now, I’m a violently insane man on my way to the psych ward.

My view from the window is the iron gate with fancy scrollwork. 

The metalsmith was an artist.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: True Crime

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©BrendaCox

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********** In the News: Recently, a man in New York City was shooting the homeless while they slept. He has been arrested. This story is based on those crimes.