Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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.

Enjoy … Happy Easter Everyone 🌸 😍 🐣 🐰 🌸


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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. 


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Friday Fictioneers – Memories

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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Friday Fictioneers – Lean on Me

In the little chapel, Father Saldegloria announces the exchange of vows.

Mark turning to Sandy, begins:

Love of my life, I stand before you with an open heart. I dedicate myself to you, but most importantly, I ask you to lean on me. Lean on me for comfort, lean on me when you are down, lean on me when you’re sorrowful, yes, lean on me. 

Sandy turning to Mark, begins: 

 Chuckling, darling, you had to go to your favorite song, didn’t you?

As laughter broke free from the pews, they kissed and walked down the aisle to their new life.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©AnneHiga

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*****Music: sung by Bill Withers-Lean On Me – The single, “Lean on Me” went to number one the week of July 8, 1972. It was written by Michael Schiffer.

*****This story is fiction except for the lil church which was called ‘The Chapel of St. Lucy of the Valley.’ It still holds fond memories for me. My parents were married there and all of  their five children were baptized as well. Father Saldegloria officiated my wedding and theirs 30 years prior. 


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Friday Fictioneers – Here Kitty Kitty

Here Kitty, Kitty! Here Kitty!

Mom, she doesn’t like me.

Now, don’t say that, Kimmy. She’s probably scared.

But, if she won’t come to me, how can I play with her?

When she’s ready, she’ll come out and play.

I think she wants to eat your books, Mom. Carly says her cat Puffy eats her Mom’s magazines. When kids do that, they get in trouble. Will kitty get punished if she eats your book?

Why don’t we wait for Kitty to do that and, then, decide?

Okay, but if Kitty doesn’t play with me soon, can I get another one? 

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©DaleRogerson

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