Inside the Mind of Isadora


18 Comments

WDYS – A Mother’s Love

And when the way became rough for her, 

they lifted her and gave her their strength,

 just as she had given them hers. 

One day, their mother led them to a hill. Beyond the mountain, they could see a shining road edged with trees and golden gates flung wide open. 

And mother said, “I have reached the end of my journey. 

Now, I know the end is better than the beginning. My children can walk with dignity and pride, and with their heads held high, so can their children after them. 

And the children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.” 

And they watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. 

And they said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.”

2022©Isadora Delavega

~~~~~~~~~

For Sadje’s ‘What Do You See’ Challenge 

to join in click here

~~~~~~~~~

                                                                          Word Count: 155

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Credit:Casey Horner@Unsplash

 

 


18 Comments

WDYS – A Murder Mystery Surprise

I was reading when my eyes felt the softest hands on my face. You couldn’t mistake my joy when I saw my granddaughter. 

“Let’s go, Nanny,” she said. “I’m taking you to lunch.” 

“Such a pleasant surprise, dear.” 

“You read murder mysteries all the time, so I’m taking you to one,” she revealed as she whisked me away.

The room darkened, setting the stage for the actors to enter.

After the lights were out, an aura of mysticism filled the room immediately.

Creepy, creaking sounds filled the atmosphere. 

I knew it was a Murder Mystery train, but I felt a cold chill.

I was beginning to feel it would be much more frightening than I had expected.

“Be Gone, were the first words spoken. You’re not needed here.”

I thought, What on earth does he mean? 

Fear stirred within me.

“Fear not,” I hear him say. 

Trembling, I wonder how he knows I’m afraid?

A long silence, along with heavy breathing, permeates the room.

Something or someone brushes past my shoulder. 

I scream. 

cannot stop. 

Suddenly, the lights go up.

 I hear shouts of “Surprise!!! Happy Birthday!!!”

2022©Isadora Delavega

~~~~~~~~~

For Sadje’s ‘What Do You See’ Challenge 

to join in click here

~~~~~~~~~

                                                         

Word Count: 188

Genre Flash Fiction

Photo Credit:Andrea Piacquad @ Pexels

 

 


8 Comments

WDYS – Thomas Reads Aloud

#WhatDoYouSee #139

Teachers saw the possibilities in Thomas. From the first day he entered the classroom, he was enthusiastic about learning everything there was to learn. 

His mother had always taken pride in the way he looked. His father wore vests, and collared shirts, Thomas wanted to wear them too. When she heard the children would be reading from their primer on Friday, she was as excited as Thomas but nervous too. 

Had he sufficiently learned to read after three months? 

She thought he was bright, but she was his mother. After all, he was only 6. 

She began to have thoughts of her own mother’s words:

A child is like a butterfly in the wind.

Some can fly higher than others

But, each one flies the best it can.

Why compare one to another?

Each one is different.

Each one is special.

Each one is beautiful.

She decided to have faith in her little Thomas.

2022©Isadora Delavega

The Power of Reading

~~~~~~~~~

For Sadje’s ‘What Do You See’ Challenge 

to join in click here

~~~~~~~~~

                                                           Image credit: Ben White @ Unsplash

 

 


11 Comments

WDYS – Remember & Return to Me

#WhatDoYouSee

Who are You?

I see you in the broken mirrored glass.

My eyes express my fragmented edges. 

Where has the very rational, 

patient, and very curious person gone?

My desire to learn and meet new challenges is gone. 

He will return after the world settles again.

Our freedoms are stolen because, in war, there isn’t a choice. 

Our life’s emotions are destroyed and stripped away, separating us.

Remember and return to me. 

2022©Isadora Delavega

 

~~~~~~~~~

For Sadje’s ‘What Do You See’ Challenge 

to join in click here

~~~~~~~~~

                                                           Image credit: Amine M’Siouri @ Pexels

 

 


10 Comments

Sister’s Forever

Is solace, anywhere, more comforting than in the arms of a sister©AliceWalker

Image© Ben White@Unsplash

~~~~~~~~~

Great joy within my heart

for upon the trees

The blossoms spring

titanium white and crimson gold

The azure sky

The sun’s splendid glow

Divinely lit and encapsulates 

my sanctuary 

A world that takes me to another place

A beautiful painting of simplicity and grace

Transparent, connected forever 

Warm and joyous to my heart. 

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

For Sadje’s ‘What Do You See” # 131 Challenge 

to join in click here


15 Comments

Her Name is Ruby

#WhatDoYouSee

She’s pensive. 

He wonders if she’s unhappy with the long stem red roses. The florist had assured him that all women loved red roses. 

She seems deep in thought. 

He was hoping for a big smile and the touch of her soft hand on his. Instead, I’m feeling the Cabernet slide down my tightly muscled throat. Dating is difficult, but meeting for the first time in person instead of on Face Time felt awkward.

Ruby wondered if he could feel her angst.

She loathed her name. She was tired of being told it was an intense color. The only thing she felt strongly about was her angry resentment for her mother. She was a prostitute who wore ruby red colors because the men she accompanied prized the color, especially on her curvy body.

Was this a joke my mother played on me?

The name Ruby means nothing to me. It’s the color of blood, a sign of death. A death I would take pleasure in if it just happened to her by chance.

 Yes, red long-stemmed roses from Randolph would have been lovely if she didn’t hate the color.

Smiling, she squeezes Randolph’s hand. “Thank you for the lovely flowers. You shouldn’t have”.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

~~~~~~~~~

For Sadje’s ‘What Do You See’ Challenge 

to join in click here

~~~~~~~~~

                                                           Image credit: Olga Solodilova @ Unsplash

 

 


13 Comments

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

~~~~~~~~~

For Sadje’s ‘What Do You See’ Challenge 

to join in click here