Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – I Love You

Standing here, I’m wrapped in your woodsy pulp scent. 

You captivate me with your unique shape.

You fit in my hands like a glove wraps around fingers. 

Leather or cardboard bound, your composition is perfection.

Every second I’m with you is like an unknown paradise. 

You fulfill my every need and want. 

With you, I am alive.

 I can be here or anywhere.

 If I’m around the world, you are with me. 

Your words wander through my mind.

You create memories on every page.

 I want to remember them forever.

For you, my love will never die.

I Love You

 2022©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers – The Wrong Side

 

Anthony, Dad wants you to pile the wood he chopped last Saturday.

I watched him as he went to the barn for the wheel-barrow. The doctors said to keep him active, and his hyper-active behavior will calm down. Many kids with ADHD become productive adults. 

It had snowed the night before. Pushing the wheel-barrow was tough. 

He was done and stood proud as he viewed his work.

Momma, come on out to see the woodpile.

Bewildered, she hid her emotions.

Anthony, my sweet boy, you’ve added the woodpile to the front of the house instead of the back.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:DaleRogerson

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No Words Left

It’s been a year now. 

As I put the key in the door, I remember the day I realized I had to move in. 

My father had always been demanding. I was reluctant to take on the responsibility.

Sure, I could have added him to the long list of seniors waiting for a room at the senior assisted living. But, after all, he was my dad. 

 On that summer morning, my father tried to open the neighbors’ door, helping me make my decision. 

His memory was fading. Confused and exasperated, he called. I knew he was desperate. He would never admit his decline.

After he died, an older gentleman approached me at the wake.

He said, “You’re a good son.”

Sadly, Alzheimer’s had prevented my father from telling me.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Heartbreak and Pain

Like scattered petals fallen to the ground, 

My heart needs the pieces put back together. 

Your words erased my existence.

Now, I can be free.

For you are gone,

And, I will never speak your words.

When I was young, 

You held me captive.

You cannot hurt me now, 

Nor do I scare.

Love does not dominate

It cultivates and cares.

I will not ever have your love, 

But I have someone who cares.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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My Dog Fluffy

The unconscious loyalties of a dog:

A Friend

One who multiplies joys,

Divides grief

and, whose honesty 

is invaluable

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Carnival Horror

Adults held children while running and screaming in all directions. 

 Horror on their faces signaled an unmistakable accident.

Uniformed fair staff and guards gathered everyone to safe zones.

A day of carnival treats and rides; now, the scene of a devastating tragedy.

Shock and terror paralyzed me. 

I declined Monica’s request that morning to escort her son, my daughter’s friend, to the fair. With six kids to monitor, I couldn’t manage any more.

A round-a-bout chair ride suddenly stopped causing the chain to sever her sons’ leg. My heart broke when I discovered it was Ryan who was injured. Despite many, many surgeries, he never was the same again.

Amusement parks were off our activities list from that day forward.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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***** I wrote this story in 2015 for another challenge. It’s been edited and made a bit clearer. Enjoy … Isadora 😎


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Père’s Unfulfilled Wish

Brigitte exhaled as she came upon the Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne. 

Pensively she said, “Père would have been tearful. He carried painful memories of the war in his heart.” 

“Henri, why did you die before you could find peace?”

Mère had never spoken about those times, nor did Père 

After the funeral, I promised Mère I’d bring her here. Now, she’d find peace for both of them.

As I looked at the inside of this beautiful cathedral, it was difficult to imagine the terror they felt during the revolution. They survived because of this church.

Mère sat with closed eyes and prayed.

She never awoke. 

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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***** Research led me to the information that Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne de Dijon was a cathedral built in 13th and 14th century France.          


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Friday Fictioneers – Adult Shop

Walking around 42nd street in Manhattan with Amanda can be trying. 

New York City is the hustle and bustle of people.

Hawkers get in your space, enticing you to buy items that may or may not be legal. 

Why did Tom tell me to go out for a walk while he was at his meeting?

“Mama, look at that fun shop. There’s big glasses in the window.”

“No, Amanda, it isn’t a children’s shop.”

“What kind of a shop is it, Mama?”

“It’s an adult shop; children aren’t allowed. Let’s go to Rockefeller Center; there’s an American Girl Doll store.” 

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:RogerBultot

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*****American Girl Doll“The American Girl experience is more than just a collection of toys. It is a collection of magical moments filled with goodness—moments that will nourish a little girl’s spirit, send her imagination soaring, and make her dreams come true.”—Pleasant T. Rowland
When Pleasant founded American Girl in 1986, she believed that great stories with aspirational characters could inspire girls to make their own positive mark on the world—and she was right. Since then, we’ve been a trusted partner in empowering girls with confidence and character. ©PleasantT.Rowland


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Friday Fictioneers – Colegio de Nuestra Senora de la Valvanera

 

August 21, 1963, was the first day of my senior year.

I was in awe of the academy the week before when I had met with Mother Superior.

My mom and I stood before the twelve-foot gates with ornate handles and locks at the entrance. It was medieval.

Upon entering, we were directed to a small chapel for prayer before speaking to Mother Superior. Although more like a chapel, it was mesmerizing in its elaborate baroque style.

As we left, we could hear the Benedictine monks chanting in the courtyard.

A year-long immersion in the chant was a benediction.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre: Non-Fiction

Word Count: 101

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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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