Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – We Did All We Could

When the ambulance arrived they rushed him straight to the operating room.

We paced outside the coffee lounge waiting area. 

It seemed like hours but only minutes had passed.

No one dared speak for fear of causing a deluge of emotions in the nervous mother.

Her woeful cries, when she first heard of her sons accident, rang in Isadora’s ears. She wasn’t sure she could bring comfort to her mother if anything happened to her brother, Vincent.

Hours passed. 

It didn’t seem possible, they hadn’t heard anything.

Finally, Dr. Ramundi, approached. “I’m sorry. We did all we could.” 

Anguished cries. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Yvette Prior

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          *****Although this story is fiction, it’s been influenced by the recent death of my grandson, Vincent.

                                     

                                                Vincent Alfonso Carrozza, 23, passed away on Monday, Sep 17, 2018

                                                           at Greenville Memorial Hospital in South Carolina.

                                                           My granddaughter, Isadora, was named after me.

                                                 My grandson Vincent’s middle name was my husbands first name, Alfonso.

 


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Friday Fictioneers – The Arrival

Manuel scurried, as he readied the room for the new priests arrival on Saturday, his limp more obvious when he was tired.

Recently, baffling thoughts had begun confusing him. There’d been five priests transferred from this parish. He wondered why.

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Lourdes worked tirelessly to prepare the special welcome dinner for the new priest. Her job security helped calm her concerns about her son, Manuel’s, future.

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Father Karavalez was reverent and handsome. The nuns giddily whispered about him. 

He graciously accepted Manuel as his houseboy; one assigned to each priest.

Shortly after dinner, claiming exhaustion, he asked Manuel to assist him. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega  

 

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: J. Hardy Carroll

 

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Friday Fictioneers – She Trusted Too Much

Dusk peeked through the curtain.

It had been a harrowing day.

Her gardening past time destroyed by a sneaky thief. 

It was a small garden. Just enough space for tulips and the rose bush her husband had planted.

“A rose bush for my Rose,” he’d proclaimed,

She longed to hear him say her name.

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Why had she been so naive?

Why had she fed that stranger information about her son and his friend?

Was her sight that hazy?

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“Are you Vinnie?”, she’d asked him.

“Yes, your son sent me to get the $200 dollars for him.”

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She trusted too much. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Gah Learner

 

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Nurture Yourself – Be Who You Are

On occasion, we all experience something that sets us back in our emotional health. Life hands us challenges we need to meet. We’re not always able to accept challenges that make us feel excluded. But, we can give ourselves permission to be ‘Who We Are’ despite the behavior of those who decide we aren’t acceptable in their world.

                       Often, we have preconceived notions of who we should be based on our need to fit in. It may start early in our lives because we want to be liked or want to be part of the so-called in crowd. We imagine ourselves to be like others if we dress, talk and act like them. We behave and do things we normally wouldn’t do because we don’t like the feeling of being excluded. 

                                      Don’t pretend. Be who you are. You are special … 

                     It isn’t selfish to make yourself a priority. It isn’t selfish to take care of yourself. It isn’t selfish to love yourself. For in doing so, you have much more to give to others. More importantly, you’ve given yourself a far greater gift of love than anyone could ever give you. 

        Give Yourself Special love Gifts everyday …

  1. Wake in the morning and say – “Today, I love myself more than yesterday”.
  2. Dream more while you’re awake – manifesting positive dreams creates positive energy.
  3. Smile – challenge yourself to make 3 people a day smile.
  4. Place all past issues where they belong; in the past. Don’t ruin today because of them.
  5. Time heals all things, eventually. Give time – time.
  6. Don’t compare yourself to others. Their lives may not be so special.
  7. Spend time with people over 70 – they’ve experienced far more than you and can guide you.
  8. Spend more time with children under 6 – they know how to play and you’ve forgotten.
  9. No matter how you feel – get up, get dressed and be a part of the adventures of life.
  10. Live with Energy – Enthusiasm – Empathy – Faith – Self-Love

                               Be the ship that travels calm waters to places that nourish you. Cruise away from places that keep you from being who you are. Bring people along with you who let you be you. Discard the others since they will only bring your ship down.

                                  Namaste, Isadora

~☜❤☞~
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.

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*****this is a repost from February, 2012


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Sunday Song – She Loved A Lot In Her Time

There’s a path Mother’s must travel with their children,

sometimes, the path is filled with obstacles. 

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Friday Fictioneers – The Farm

Their marriage was good. They had dreams.

He wanted a farm. 

She needed space; wide open space to breathe.

Their friends lived on the adjoining farm. 

Dad rode his tractor in cover-alls, a plaid shirt and a straw hat Mama made him.

Mama’s floral house-dress draped with her home sewn apron, worn proudly, was as stylish as she wanted to be.

She’d carry brother on her hip while holding a wash cloth in her other hand.

It was a time for fixing things. Things we kept forever. Things we treasured.

It was a way of life they loved.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Nathan Sowers

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Friday Fictioneers – Car Rides from Hell

My designated car seat was behind my father who drove while smoking unfiltered ‘Camel’ cigarettes. 

He was a chain smoker. A habit he’d picked it up in the service.

Ashes would blow into the back seat as he drove us to our weekend park picnic outings or  Sunday beach getaways. 

I had the pleasure of inhaling carcinogen nicotine chemicals.

Despite complaints I’d felt like vomiting, the car ride would proceed with minimal sympathy.

At our destination, I’d have to sit until the dizzying feeling passed. Seltzer was the beverage I  drank to settle my stomach meanwhile my siblings drank cokes.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Our car in a museum
Left back seat – Me
Snazzy Wings

Genre: Short Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Yvette Prior

 

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Friday Fictioneers – My Herb Garden

Although weakened by her chronic arthritis, she managed to make her usual egg, toast and coffee breakfast.

She enjoyed her quiet mornings. She’d never thought she would. Age had greatly slowed her vitality.

Eyeing her window garden, the sun shone brightly on it. She cherished it. Thomas had planted the herbs for her. 

He was the sweetest caring grandson. He’d told her to add the herbs to her salads and foods everyday. He’d said they’d help with her arthritic pain. They did. 

She’d never been much of a gardener but would hate to disappoint Thomas if they didn’t continue to grow.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

Photo Prompt©Rondo El Baccio

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