Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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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Sunday Song – Jazz Tunes

Musical tones bring joy and happiness within, dance captures sound in every step in time.

The blues tells a story in itself. It can make you happy or give you a feeling to swing.

Etta James and B.B. King – There’s Something on Your Mind

paintings by Artist Amanda Cass

LOVE : the way to LOVE anything deeply is to realize it may be lost to you one day.

John Coltrane  &  Johnny Hartman     My One and Only You

paintings by Puerto Libre 

Smile – for it takes less muscles to smile than frown

 Images on the videos are exceptional … enjoy this weeks Jazz tunes …

Madeleine Peyroux – Smile

paintings by Puerto Libre


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Crimson’s Creative Challenge – Spring Dawn

Love is not seasonal, plant your seeds today …

Spring Dawn

Every flower 

of every tomorrow

is a seed well planted 

on a winter’s day

Then, earth awakens.

The wonder of another season

bringing colorful flowers

For Spring’s debut

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Crimson Creative Challenge – #176

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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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Sunday Song – Spirit Bird

A tribute to those who have lost their lives in Ukraine.

May they heal from this horrific war.

Blessings 🙏

Let us prayers for the people and the children of Ukraine.

Prayers are a blessing but below are two sites 

where you can help the most.

Save the Children 

UNICEF


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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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Crimson Creative Challenge – Never Forget

Never lose sight of where you’re going …

Never forget where you’ve been …

 

Cabo San Lucas, Mexico       Photography©Isadora DeLaVega

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Never forget the people who 

travel with you, 

 on your journey within.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Crimson Creative Challenge – #175

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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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