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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.
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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Friday Fictioneers – Lean on Me
In the little chapel, Father Saldegloria announces the exchange of vows.
Mark turning to Sandy, begins:
Love of my life, I stand before you with an open heart. I dedicate myself to you, but most importantly, I ask you to lean on me. Lean on me for comfort, lean on me when you are down, lean on me when you’re sorrowful, yes, lean on me.
Sandy turning to Mark, begins:
Chuckling, darling, you had to go to your favorite song, didn’t you?
As laughter broke free from the pews, they kissed and walked down the aisle to their new life.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©AnneHiga
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*****Music: sung by Bill Withers-Lean On Me – The single, “Lean on Me” went to number one the week of July 8, 1972. It was written by Michael Schiffer.
*****This story is fiction except for the lil church which was called ‘The Chapel of St. Lucy of the Valley.’ It still holds fond memories for me. My parents were married there and all of their five children were baptized as well. Father Saldegloria officiated my wedding and theirs 30 years prior.
Nurture Yourself – A Parable of The Guests
The Guests
In browsing through some of my posts, I came across this one on LOVE from 2016. Today is February 28, 2022, and the last day of the month of LOVE. I thought I’d repost it. Its insightful, touching, and profound, as most fables are. Because of the recent events in the news, we need to focus on LOVE for ourselves and others.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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The Guests
A woman was in her garden when she saw three old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them.
She said, “I do not know you. Are you hungry? Please come in and have something to eat.”
“Is the man of the house home?”
“No,” she replied. “He’s out.”
“Then we cannot come in,” they replied.
When her husband came home, she told him what had happened.
“Go tell them I am home and invite them to come in!”
The woman went out and invited them in.
“We do not go into a house together,” they replied.
“Why is that?” she asked.
One of the old men explained:
“His name is Wealth, he said, pointing to one of his friends; pointing another, he said, his name is Success, and I am Love.”
Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you would like to come in.”
The woman went in and told her husband what they had was said.
Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!” he said. “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth!”
His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?”
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the room.
She jumped in with her suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then would be full of Love!”
Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to the wife. “Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”
The woman went out and asked the three old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”
Love got up and started walking towards the house. The other two old men got up and followed him.
Surprised, the woman asked Wealth and Success, “Why are you coming inside? I only invited Love.”
The old men replied: “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would have stayed out, but you invited Love.
“Wherever he goes, we go with him.”
“Wherever there is Love, there is Wealth and Success!”
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In Love and Light,
Namaste,
Isadora 🙏🏻
2022©Isadora De La Vega
Namaste
I honor the place in you
in which the entire universe dwells.
I honor the place in you
which is of Love, and of Truth,
of Light and of Peace.
When you are in that place in you
and I am in that place in me.
We are One.
Her Name is Ruby
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
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Friday Fictioneers – Here Kitty Kitty
Here Kitty, Kitty! Here Kitty!
Mom, she doesn’t like me.
Now, don’t say that, Kimmy. She’s probably scared.
But, if she won’t come to me, how can I play with her?
When she’s ready, she’ll come out and play.
I think she wants to eat your books, Mom. Carly says her cat Puffy eats her Mom’s magazines. When kids do that, they get in trouble. Will kitty get punished if she eats your book?
Why don’t we wait for Kitty to do that and, then, decide?
Okay, but if Kitty doesn’t play with me soon, can I get another one?
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©DaleRogerson
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Friday Fictioneers – Big Town Dreams
Lorna May dreamt about the places she’d travel to once she left this small town.
The Ford pickup always needed fixing. It worked fine when they were riding around town, but Dillon wanted her ready for our big city adventures.
His daddy told him he could have the truck when he turned 18. No lie, he handed him the keys right after they cut the cake.
Laying on the flatbed, we’d look up at the stars, dreaming about the places we’d see.
I never did get to see those big towns.
Dillon ran off into a ditch. He died instantly.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Bill Reynolds
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The Positive of Negatives
On those particularly rough days,
when you’re not sure if you can possibly endure,
remind yourself, that your track record of bad days,
is being outweighed by your good days …
2022©Isadora De La Vega
Nurture Yourself – A Fable – On Belief
As we walk this new journey we call life through the rocky roads of Covid 19, there will be paths paved with stones of different shapes and sizes that will cause us to stumble and fall. These create suffering, heartache and pain.
Recently, one such stone is the controversy of vaccinations. There are many, different medical doctors, scientists and government officials that are telling us a variety of information about these vaccinations. Although we’re perplexed by it, some follow through while others do not.
But, it’s most difficult when friends or family begin to create a hindrance with conversations about how they feel about the pandemic masking or vaccines. The complexity of COVID 19 and how it affects each individual can be confusing.
Quarreling, cross words, aggressive swording and angry disputes aren’t conducive to anyone. I’ve decided these conversations aren’t worth having. Too many emotions are involved, and logic for another’s thoughts are tossed to the wayside. All of us need to review our own personal health and decide what is best for us. However, we should always be mindful to respect what another person wishes to do with their health, too.
In Love and Light,
Namaste,
Isadora 🙏🏻
2022©Isadora De La Vega
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I thought this fable said it best:
The donkey told the tiger, “The grass is blue.”
The tiger replied, “No, the grass is green .”
The discussion became heated, and the two decided to submit the issue to arbitration, so they approached the lion.
As they approached the lion on his throne, the donkey started screaming: “Your Highness, isn’t it true that the grass is blue?”
The lion replied: “If you believe it is true, the grass is blue.”
The donkey rushed forward and continued: ′′The tiger disagrees with me, contradicts me and annoys me. Please punish him.”
The king then declared: ′′The tiger will be punished with 3 days of silence.”
The donkey jumped with joy and went on his way, content and repeating ′′The grass is blue, the grass is blue.”
The tiger asked the lion, “Your Majesty, why have you punished me, after all, the grass is green?”
The lion replied, ′′You’ve known and seen the grass is green.”
The tiger asked, ′′So why do you punish me?”
The lion replied, “That has nothing to do with the question of whether the grass is blue or green. The punishment is because it is degrading for a brave, intelligent creature like you to waste time arguing with an ass, and on top of that, you came and bothered me with that question just to validate something you already knew was true!”
The biggest waste of time is arguing with the fool and fanatic who doesn’t care about truth or reality, but only the victory of his beliefs and illusions. Never waste time on discussions that make no sense. There are people who, for all the evidence presented to them, do not have the ability to understand. Others who are blinded by ego, hatred and resentment, and the only thing that they want is to be right even if they aren’t.
When ‘IGNORANCE SCREAMS’ intelligence moves on.©anonymous
Namaste
I honor the place in you
in which the entire universe dwells.
I honor the place in you
which is of Love, and of Truth,
of Light and of Peace.
When you are in that place in you
and I am in that place in me.
We are One.
Inside the Mind of Isadora 