Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – Not Candice Anymore

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She could see Marcus in his white Escalade. He made sure all his girls were where they were supposed to be. Stay warm, baby, Candy’s bringing you what you want. Money …

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How did she get in this mess? She’s from Connecticut. We’re good girls.
Me?  I’m the rebel. I never follow rules.

Candace could see no way out. She wasn’t Candace anymore.

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“Hey Darlin’, lookin’ for some fun?”

“Sure, baby”.

“Let’s go for a ride.”

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The bright marquee lit the seedy motel. The room stank of smoke and sweat.

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Thug!

If he hadn’t pulled the knife, Marcus wouldn’t have shot.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©Shaktiki Sharma

 

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Friday Fictioneers – He Rocked

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“Look, I’ve a magical wand,” Willie said.
“No, you don’t. It’s a piece of rope”.

He always found odd objects to store in those cubicles dad made for him.

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Mom rocked in her chair and stared; disconnected. It all started when she was told Willie was retarded.

She screamed, “No. You’re wrong.”

They weren’t.

He was.

She was angry. She took him out of school.

Blame.

He listened to music all day. Rocked his head, side to side, on his bed listening to his portable radio.

She told him he was special.

At 14, he raped her; unaware, she was his mother.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 102 words

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*****Photo Promp© Claire Fuller