Writing | Inside the Mind of Isadora

February 24, 2021
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Friday Fictioneers – Dying Love

“Let’s go to the shore,” he said.

“You’re mad, it’s snowing. Plus, we might get snowed in,” she said.

He loved spontaneity.

She didn’t.

Come on! We’ll walk the beach, shiver, then run to the warm flames of the fire left behind in the fireplace. We’ll sip champagne, eat chocolate strawberries as we warm. Besides, you aren’t able to resist my yearn for you.

~~~~~~~~~

She watched icy waves hit the shore from the balcony.

Just moments before, they’d laid close in each others’ arms, relishing the passion of their lovemaking.

The fading red roses near the flames emulated his death.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction Romance

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson

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February 19, 2021
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Nurture Awakens

Every season spills its own wonder on earth ….©Isadora DeLaVega

‘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.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Music is the smile of the soul … 2021©Al DeLaVega

February 17, 2021
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Friday Fictioneers – The Letter

Browsing through the mail, I came across her letter. I didn’t recognize the handwriting.

The name, Lucy, on the return address gave my stomach a jolt. It had to be bad news.

It was written in Spanish. I had to refresh my skills. I read it a few times; although, the message was clear.

Dearest,

Your brother, George, died on December, 28, 2020. I just received notification from the

sanatorium. His remains were donated to scientific research. He was cremated and buried by them. I have no location.

Sorrowful,

Lucy

Despite my sorrow, I prayed the research could save another.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Ted Strutz

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***** George Anthony Diaz Maisonet was born December 14, 1957.

He was born with a disability. He lived with my mother until she passed in 2010.

Lucy was his caretaker/companion until she became ill and could not care for him.

The government placed him in a sanatorium. They did not notify the family.

This will be added to my memoir.

February 4, 2021
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Friday Fictioneers – Potty Time

I’ll be right back. You sit and make a poop.

“Okay, Mommy,” she said, in her sweet high pitch voice.

Ivy sprinted to the laundry room. My last chore, then I can put my feet up.

Instead shock covered Ivy’s face as she gazed upon her 18 month olds mess.

“Nikki, what have you done?”

“I cover the poop with paper and powder just like you.”

“Honey, I clean-up the poop, then, add the powder. You put the poop and the powder together. But, you’re a good girl because you pooped in the potty.” Great job!

Goodbye to rest.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©TrishNankivell

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January 28, 2021
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Art and Music

Love is a canvas embroidered by you … 2021©Al DeLaVega

‘Red Butterflies’ 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Look not for beauty,

nor color of skin,

but, for a heart,

that is loyal within.

For, beauty may fade,

and, skin grow old,

but, a heart that is loyal,

will never end.

2021©Al DeLaVega

Music is the smile of the soul … 2021©Al DeLaVega

January 21, 2021
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Music and Painting

Nothing can dim the light that’s from within©MayaAngelou

‘Jubilation’ 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Music is the smile of the soul.

January 14, 2021
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Friday Fictioneers – Chocolate Eyes

She needed band for extra school credits.

Pointing, Mr. Cohen said, “Pick out a clarinet. I’ll get a new mouthpiece.”

Her friend Dominique teased her about the cute boy near the instruments.

“Stop! He’s probably dating.”

“Nope, I heard he’s not. Besides, he’s looking at you.”

“From who? Is he?”

“I have my sources.”

“Well, I’m not interested.”

“I have my clarinet; see you inside.”

As Dominique passed the boy, she winked and gave him the okay sign.

“Need some help,” he said approaching her.

“No, I do not,” curtly, while dying inside.

‘Oh, those luscious chocolate eyes are yummy.’

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

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January 13, 2021
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Bubbles … Bubbles … Bubbles

Bubbles
blowing in the wind
I try to catch them
I can’t, what a sin

They float, they lift
with the currents of wind
Up, up, they soar
higher and higher in the sky

Gentle crystal bubbles
radiant colors, sparkling
Iridescent and glistening bright
rising, rising, soon out of sight
2021©Isadora DeLaVega

What child or adult doesn’t enjoy playing with bubbles?

A combination of dish soap or shampoo and water create the liquid that can provide an afternoon of fun.

A thin layer of soap film forms hollow spheres when blown through an object. The bubbles don’t last very long before bursting but children always find it exciting to try and catch one. It’s always been a fun pastime.