Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – Playing Hooky

Come on, Sandy.

No, I don’t want to get in trouble.

It’s beautiful down by the lake at this time.

No! I mean it.

There’s canoeing and paddling.

I don’t know how to do any of that. 

We don’t either. We can learn together.

Ed, Lila, and Ralph begged me to go.

Persuaded, I caved.

I didn’t paddle or canoe but watching the eagles flying above us made it all worthwhile.

In the end, I was happy I’d gone along.

In terror, I stood before my mom’s angry face.

 I knew my awful fate by the look on her face.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:KristaStrutz

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Friday Fictioneers – Love is Like a River

The cloudy night casts a shadow over the river.
Sitting on the bank, I’m regretting my failures while mourning my loss.
We’d felt solace here.
You were the chuckle in my laughter. The path I walked, that kept me straight.
We spent time listening to the reverberations of the river’s course.
Your eyes twinkled as you listened to me speak tender words of love.
The placid water exudes a strange calm.
There’s a stillness in the air that surrounds me.
Looking at the reflection of my face in the serenity of the water;
My thoughts linger gently on yesterday.
Gone …
2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: PennyGadd

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She’ precious ❤️❤️❤️

This was originally posted on FF in 2016. I’ve repeated it due

to my granddaughter visiting with my new great-granddaughter.

My eyes must be deceiving me. 

It’s my childhood bike.

I reflect on the hours of recreation we had together.

You gave me happy days of endless activity. 

I never thought I’d grow to ignore you, but other things took your place.

Here you are in Momma’s crumbling house; your body rusted, consumed with decay.

 I didn’t expect you to be here among the memories of my childhood.

You played a sweet symphony of shades of color for me to enjoy.

Fear of endings grasps my emotions. 

I banish them to the disposable world, and their unique beauty ends.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©LisaFox

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The morning mist of light rain chills the damp air. The sprinkles fall like fairy dust.

Somber moans of grief echoing in the silence mimic the sound of metal thumps.

Our hearts shattered into aching pieces with memories of her kindly, gentle spirit.  

The dark holes of fragmented pieces felt in each of us.

Grandmother would have called this a celebration of her life.

‘No tears, no sorrow for my death, just joyful memories of my days,’ she’d say.

Grandmother’s friends were remembering her vibrant life.

A dark hole of broken hearts forever silences her wise words in the end.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo:©Ted Strutz

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*****The elderly continue to be the biggest victims of this dreaded pandemic that we’re still in the midst of experiencing. My daughter is a counselor at a hospice hospital in Albany, NY. The deaths are staggering. Please get vaccinated and wear masks.


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Friday Fictioneers – Alone

Through hazy eyes, I glanced around the room. 

A beeping sound echoed in my ears. It had a mesmerizing tone.

The yellow glow of light reflected on the walls as the sun rose.

I felt numb. 

My mind couldn’t recall what had happened to me.

There was no one in the room. I was alone.

A frightening chill crept through my blood. 

Daunting thoughts raced through my mind.

There were bruises all over my body.

 I ached.

My chest swelled with emotions. 

Tears flowed as panic took hold of me. 

How did I get here?

And, why was I alone?

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Na’ama Yehuda 

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Cafe Chat – Where have I been?

Welcome – make yourself at home. Pour yourself a cup or mug for coffee, hot chocolate, or herbal tea. Sit in a comfy chair so we can chat.

Tree of Life

Like the image above, LIFE can get in the way of things. It’s been that way with my blogging. It’s been difficult to get back to blogging with so many unavoidable things happening.

It started when I had issues with my computer/ WP. This was in May, 2021. No matter how many times I tried to get my blog to add a post, a blank page would be showing. Yes, the happiness helpers were very helpful. But it didn’t always work after the help was given but I’d still try again and again.

I blog because I want to expess my thoughts in my mind. If I’m having difficulty with the postings, I’m gone. I want to enjoy life not be frustrated by a machine. I decided it was a good time to take a break. I couldn’t post the break so I just accepted that my followers might assume I didn’t care if they popped by. Of course, this wasn’t the case but it couldn’t be helped or fixed. I wondered, for sure.

Shortly after that decision, I had a bridge crack. My dental nightmare began. It’s been quite a lot of work to create 5 permanent bridges on one side of my mouth. The discomfort was unbearable. Now, I’m taking a break from this pain and will do the other side soon. LOL The dentist is questioning that.

In June, my middle daughter got married in South Carolina. We had been quarentined the entire year of 2020 and 5 months into 2021. No visitors, just Facetime and text messages plus no dancing, concerts, plays, restaurants … Nothing!!!

Despite my reservations about travel, we ventured out on a road trip to SC. We’re extremely happy we did. It felt wonderful to be with family again. The entire wedding was outdoors on her acre of land. The theme was a country wedding. She looked beautiful and very, very happy. It was laid back fun loving clebration of love.

My grandson decided to hop a ride with us to Florida after the wedding. It was great because he was able to help with the drive home. It’s a 12 hour drive. We were exhausted for a bit afterwards but still worth it. Family is nurturing.

Then, I got my 1st COVID 19 shot. I had a big round circle on my injection site which was very painful. A slight fever and body aches accompanied the arm ache. It lasted a few days; however, it’s made me feaful of how I’ll feel after the 2nd shot. I will complete the series. I can’t see not doing it due to a lillte discomfort.

AND … last but not least, it was my birthday yesterday, July 20th. I always enjoy celebrating the entire month with a variety of different events including game marathons but, this year, I decided it might be best to have small celebrations at home. After all, we’re still in the midst of some COVID warnings. My loving husband made a delicious dinner at Casa de Paz De La Vega with a giant balloon, flowers, candles, wine and soft music for a twirl around the living room. He’s such a romantic.

My plan is to start writing and posting photographs as much as LIFE allows me to.

May your hearts be filled with LIFE’S blessings of family, friends and LOVE … Isadora


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Art and Music – Silence

Silence is a source of great strength.©LaoTzu

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And, that’s the burden of a year
.©anonymous


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Friday Fictioneers – Chaos vs. Culture

Under her breath, Katherine grumbled. Moaning all morning about her disinterest in going to Chinatown fell on deaf ears. She hadn’t come to New York City to see food markets, commercial stands filled with counterfeit designer items, or inhaling scents from so many restaurants. She cringed from nausea. 

Traveling with Charles was always a problem. 

Katherine was looking forward to cultural places like the MOMA museum or a Central Park carriage ride. 

You’ll enjoy the chaos was his reply when she questioned his itinerary. Let’s compromise, stay an hour.

Fine, she said.

A vendor shouts: ‘Ma’am, you want Gucci handbag.’

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Roger Bultot

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***** MOMA – Museum of Modern Art is located in Midtown Manhattan in New York City on 53rd Street. It is an Art Museum. 

 

 


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Friday Fictioneers – Dying Love Aftermath

In February, we had another photo prompt from Dale Rogerson. Since this week we’re having an encore of another of her wonderful photos, I thought I would continue my first Flash Fiction story called Dying Love. If you missed reading it click on the title; although, the stories are independant of each other. Thanks for popping by … Isadora

She sat on the chaise lounge, watching the droplets of rain slide down the window.

Her eyes were swollen and red from the tears she’d shed for hours. Time didn’t exist.

A blank space permeated where there used to be laughter between him and her. 

Now, he was gone. 

Why?

The police were kind but seemed suspicious. The paramour is always suspect.

Yes, they were opposites in many ways, but he was gentle, kind, and conscientious of her likes.

No, he was a keeper. She’d begun to fall in love. 

Will she ever be happy again or die pining away?

 

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson

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Friday Fictioneers – The Cellar

It had become a struggle to get up during the pandemic.

Working from home was unconstrained; isolation was suffocating.

Lack of human contact was wearing her down. 

After weeks of online conversations, she accepted an invitation to meet Marco at The Cellar.

It’s crowded; music’s loud.

Look for the guy wearing a red shirt.

Strobe lights glanced across his face when I spotted him. 

He was tipsy, not a great first impression, but handsome.

Her instincts quickly kicked in when he touched her thigh.

As planned, her lifeline phone call rings. 

Amanda?

I’ll be right there.

Sorry, emergency, gotta go.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©AnneHiga

 

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