Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – You are My Sunshine

He’d be leaving in a few days.

He and his cousin decided to go to the local social club.

Some family and friends would be playing dominoes or dancing.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a gal in the distance.

“She’s new in town,” his cousin said,

He decided he’d ask her to dance. 

Shyly, she declined. 

“You’re new in town,” he said. “I’m Alfonso.”

Blushing, “I’m Rosa Amelia.”

Eventually, he had her smiling and did get one dance.

His letter arrived. She was ecstatic. 

It ended, “I’m going to sing, ‘You are My Sunshine’ to you.”

“Because, you are.”

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Word Count: 100

Genre: Memoir

Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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***** Alfonso and Rosa Amelia De La Vega married shortly after his return from World War II.  

They were happily married for 45 years until his death in 1977.


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Friday Fictioneers – Dessert Mademoiselle

Chez Maisonette was her favorite special occasion french restaurant. 

Valentine’s Day was their first date there and, now again, a year later.

She primped choosing to wear red his favorite color.

It was a cool evening. The restaurant, a short walk from their apartment.

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The champagne must have gone straight to her head. 

She laughed when he said, “I’m leaving you.”

“Why?”

“I’m done”.

“I need you,” she pleaded.

He patted her hand, “You’ll thrive, dear, you always do.”

He kissed her, handed the waiter cash and left.

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Misty-eyed, she noticed the waiter was handsome.

“Dessert, Mademoiselle.”

Flirtatiously. 

“Yes.”

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: ©J.H.Carroll

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Friday Fictioneers – A Spirit that Remembers

Moonlight glimmers faintly, 

through breeze tossed curtains.

A glow flickers,

in the darkness of the night.

I can feel you.

A gentle touch that tingles my body,

emotions awaken within,

a spirit that remembers. 

Illusions of another time,

put to rest as,

heat burns my skin

and fire rakes the inside of my soul.

A musky scent of passion,

surrounds us like a wall.

Jasmine is in the air.

Filling the room, my senses,

desire reigning everywhere.

Moonlight creeps again,

into the darkened room,

Bodies burn with sweat,

from an afterglow of lust.

The forbidden fruit, 

nourishing, an eternal memory.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Poetry

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

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Friday Fictioneers – The Flame Flickered

We could see the candle flicker from my living room window.

Exhausted, we couldn’t sit by the fire and wait any longer. 

Paugua wouldn’t come into the house. She insisted she’d keep her traditions and live in her tepee until she died. 

Ravaged from the malaria it was just a matter of time. It had taken her beloved Eduvije months earlier. 

The Taino people slowly diminished from diseases after the arrival of European settlers.They had no natural-bodily defenses against them.

Perhaps this small piece, left of her life, would bring her comfort.

At midnight, the flickering flame dimmed. 

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Historical

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Renee Heath

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***** Paugua – Taino Indian name for Paula. My great grandmothers name.

*****Eduvije – Taino Indian name for Vincent. My great grandfathers name.

*****Taino Indians – The original inhabitants of Puerto Rico are the Taíno Indians, who called the island Borikén; however, as in other parts of the Americas, the native people soon diminished in number after the arrival of European settlers. It was estimated that the majority of all the Taino Indian inhabitants of the New World perished due to contact and contamination with Old World diseases, while those that survived were killed by warfare with each other and with Europeans.


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Friday Fictioneers – Sinister Words

The sun gleamed on the table.

Mrs. Goodman cleaned her home and windows all the time; a cleaning cloth always in her hand.

Ella and I played on the floor with our barbie dolls. If we didn’t wake William, we could have candy. The colorful candy was tempting. I couldn’t believe Ella never took one.

When Ella left to get her dollhouse, Mr. Goodman walked into the room.

He was tall, thin with a chalky wry face.

“Do you like candy?” he asked.

I just stared.

He pointed to his zipper saying, “I have candy, if you’d like.”

I froze.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers – Trash or Treasure

On Hayward Street, everyone walked on the opposite street when passing ‘The Seidel’s’.

Wille lived there with his mother. He had mental and physical abnormalities. His head would tilt just so as he dragged his club foot and balanced his deformed hand on his chest.

Mrs. Seidel would raise her fist and yell at the boys who’d tease him. Everyone wondered where he’d go if something happened to her.

In time, he was taken to a psychiatric facility; his mother taken to a senior home.

The estate sale showcased unusual antiques.

Who knew old oil cans could be so valuable.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 

Photo Prompt:Nick Allen

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Friday Fictioneers – The Glorious Gift

The morning sunrise was brilliant.

They ate breakfast on the patio.

A chess game in the garden was their plan for later that afternoon.

Suddenly, a cramp caused her body to flinch. 

The laborious suffering of childbirth had begun.

A beloved baby would be joining them soon.

Their lack of experience weighed heavy, draining their emotions. 

They felt anxious; yet, they’d been waiting months for this moment.

With tear filled eyes, she grasped his hand and flinched again.

The physical pain would soon reward them with a glorious gift.

A precious child filling their hearts with immeasurable happiness and love.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Jeff Arnold

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Friday Fictioneers – Headline News

The dome street lights cast a shadow across the isolated road.

Parking near a light, he props his law book on the steering wheel and begins reading. In two days, he’ll take his finals. Could his days on the street soon be over?

His radio blares a call about shots fired. 

He turns the red and blue flashing lights on as he makes his way to the location.

Speed spurs him into the adrenaline cave. 

These calls never end well. Shootings are headline news.

“The coroners arrived and left,” Ronald tells me.

Tomorrow’s Headline: *Boy Commits Suicide at Gun Range*

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Jilly Funell 

 

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Depression is an illness that impacts the brain. It’s a real illness hidden for too long. 

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.

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Friday Fictioneers – We Did All We Could

When the ambulance arrived they rushed him straight to the operating room.

We paced outside the coffee lounge waiting area. 

It seemed like hours but only minutes had passed.

No one dared speak for fear of causing a deluge of emotions in the nervous mother.

Her woeful cries, when she first heard of her sons accident, rang in Isadora’s ears. She wasn’t sure she could bring comfort to her mother if anything happened to her brother, Vincent.

Hours passed. 

It didn’t seem possible, they hadn’t heard anything.

Finally, Dr. Ramundi, approached. “I’m sorry. We did all we could.” 

Anguished cries. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Yvette Prior

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          *****Although this story is fiction, it’s been influenced by the recent death of my grandson, Vincent.

                                     

                                                Vincent Alfonso Carrozza, 23, passed away on Monday, Sep 17, 2018

                                                           at Greenville Memorial Hospital in South Carolina.

                                                           My granddaughter, Isadora, was named after me.

                                                 My grandson Vincent’s middle name was my husbands first name, Alfonso.

 


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Friday Fictioneers – The Arrival

Manuel scurried, as he readied the room for the new priests arrival on Saturday, his limp more obvious when he was tired.

Recently, baffling thoughts had begun confusing him. There’d been five priests transferred from this parish. He wondered why.

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Lourdes worked tirelessly to prepare the special welcome dinner for the new priest. Her job security helped calm her concerns about her son, Manuel’s, future.

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Father Karavalez was reverent and handsome. The nuns giddily whispered about him. 

He graciously accepted Manuel as his houseboy; one assigned to each priest.

Shortly after dinner, claiming exhaustion, he asked Manuel to assist him. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega  

 

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: J. Hardy Carroll

 

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