Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – Her Games Shows

The sound of the portable television, blaring game show pinging sounds was exasperating.

I’d see her on the patio smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the fictitious items on the screen. 

 I’d seen her on the patio, smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the prized items on the screen. 

I glance over as I prune my gardenia. “Do you like game shows, Dina?”

“I enjoy them so much I subscribed to the game show channel,” she says.

“The shows are all repeats, right?”

“Sure, they are. I always forget the results. Damn dementia.”

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They found Dina murdered in her recliner. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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Weekend Humor – 5

Pondering some Things …

 

After leaving Walgreens the other day, I started pondering about certain situations.

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Why do drug stores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front counter?

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    Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke?

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Why do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in our driveways and put our useless junk in the garage?

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 Ever wonder why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?

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 Why can’t women put on mascara with their mouth closed?

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 Why don’t you ever see the headline ‘Psychic Wins Lottery’?

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 Why is ‘abbreviated’ such a long word?

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 Why is it that doctors and attorneys call what they do ‘practice’?

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 Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavoring and dish washing liquid made with real lemons?

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 Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Todays Thought:

Senior Texting: BTW – bring the wheelchair

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Weekends used to be my downtime from social media.

During our current crisis, media has become our way of communicating.

To brighten up your spirits here is a silly bit of humor.

If you have a post with something humorous, be sure to leave it in the comment area.

I’m always up for a laugh or two. I hope you are too.

LOLOL … have a Happy Week 😎

Isadora 😎


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Friday Fictioneers – Our Promise

 It felt odd standing at the front door.

“Come on, Brie. Open up.”

She turned the doorknob; they entered.

The house felt eerily quiet.

The euphoria from days-gone-by was missing.

Brie couldn’t stop thinking about the last few days.

She was opposed to it.

James insisted, “It’s the right thing to do.”

“She relies on tubes, drips, and machinery?” he shouted.

“But, she’s alive,” I pleaded.

“And, our promise to let her die with dignity.”

“She gave us life, James.”

“Then, we owe her dignity in death.” 

“Doctor, my brother and I …”

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“Look Brie, mom’s favorite Paris poster.”

 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©C.E.Ayer

 

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When We Ponder the Stars

When we ponder the stars,

when we reach for our dreams,

we’re never bothered

by how far they seem.

Instead, we are inspired

by the beauty of the vision.

Dreams are like stars

brilliant and permanent.

©annonymous

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

 


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Weekend Humor – 4

A Sly Old Poodle

A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful, aged poodle named Cuddles along for the company. 

One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long Cuddles discovers that she’s lost. Wandering about, she notices a leopard heading rapidly in her direction with the intention of having lunch. 

The old poodle thinks, “Oh, oh! I’m in trouble now!”

Noticing some bones on the ground close by, she immediately settles down to chew on the bones with her back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old poodle exclaims loudly, “Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?”

Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 

“Whew!” says the leopard, “That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!”

Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.

The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that conniving canine!”

The old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?”, but instead of running, the dog sits down with her back to her attackers, pretending she hasn’t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says: “Where’s that monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!”

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Todays Thought:

Cheese that doesn’t belong to you is nacho cheese.

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Weekends used to be my downtime from social media.

During our current crisis, media has become our way of communicating.

To brighten up your spirits here is a silly joke.

If you have a post with something humorous, be sure to leave it in the comment area.

I’m always up for a laugh or two. I hope you are too.

LOLOL … have a Happy Week 😎

Isadora 😎


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Friday Fictioneers – Just Another Day at Work

 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

He came home at 1:30 a.m. He’d done a 4 to midnight tour.

Sandy, always, waited up for him. She could never sleep when he was at work.

Baking and ironing kept her occupied until she heard the key in the door.

His enormously firm hug let her know it had been a tough night. 

She could smell smoke in his hair. 

He rambled on about the fire and casualties. 

Six children, he repeated several times. 

Tears fell down his face.

We could hear them screaming. 

The flames were everywhere. 

We just couldn’t get them out. 

They died.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©RogerBultot

 

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***** Edited story from 2015 that didn’t receive much recognition the first time.