Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – Life Erases

Alzheimer was erasing her mother’s life.

Sarah holds the door as her mother shuffles into the club. 

Brunch every Sunday after Temple at the Boca Grande Golf and Country club. Father loved golf, a member for years.

A big smile from Cecelia, the hostess, greets us as she escorts us to mothers favorite table. A Mimosa, Mrs. Cohen? Teary-eyed, she remembers past days with Moisha when its placed in front of her. 

Your father went far despite Auschwitz, Mother said with a blank gaze. You’re a good girl, Sarah, a good daughter.

At the funeral, Sarah remembered her words.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre – Flash Fiction

Word Count – 100

Photo Prompt: Jennifer Pendergast

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***** This week our challenge is to edit our previous story with this prompt or create a new on. Due to time restrictions, I’ve added my edited story from April, 2015.


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Friday Fictioneers – Prinsoner Numbers

Last week, I wrote about Bobeshi Rivqah. If you’d like to catch-up click here. This story does stand alone. Ironically, the locked cages in the photograph had the same feel as the ones shown at the Florida Holocaust Museum in Tampa, Florida.

Mama, can I go outside?”

“Go! But, don’t go far.”

From my stoop, I watched Mrs.O’Doherty and Bobeshi Rivqah talking.

“Rivqah, you’re telling me they used the same numbers?”

“Yes, can you believe that?” 

Mrs.O’Doherty shook her head from side to side.

“They reused prisoner numbers from the dead; especially, is if they were moved to another camp,” Rivqah said. “Dehumanizing!” 

Slowly, I made my way towards them.

They were taking about something I’d wondered about.

“Why do you have numbers on your arm, Bobeshi?”

She hugged me and said, “One day, you’ll know kleyn meydl, one day.”

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Historical

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©JHardy

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***** Stoop: a porch with steps in front of a house or other building.

***** Prisoner numbers in the system of German Nazi concentration camps. The prisoner numbers have become a synonym of dehumanization that struck the deportees of the concentration camp. These numbers were to serve efficient “management” of camps, performed by the SS teams. ©http://auschwitz.org/

***** kleyn meydl / קליין מיידל – little girl


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Friday Fictioneers – Life Erases

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Alzheimer was erasing her life.

Sarah held the door as her mother shuffled into the club. They’d have brunch every Sunday after Temple at the Boca Grande Golf and Country club.

Father loved golf. He’d been a member for years.

Cecelia, the hostess, greeted them with a big smile while escorting them to Mother’s favorite table.

“A Mimosa, Mrs. Cohen?”

The edge of Mother’s lips curved when it was placed in front of her.

“Your father went far despite Auschwitz,” Mother said with a blank gaze.

“You’re a good girl, Sarah, a good daughter.”

At the funeral, Sarah remembered that.

2015©isadoradelavega

 

Genre – Flash Fiction
Word Count – 100

The challenge is to write a story in 100 words – beginning, middle and end
with the photo prompt.

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