Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – Gratitude

Although there wan’t any dinner because he’d arrived late, he felt no ill will.

Freshly brewed coffee and donuts were set out for the night. This would be enough for him.

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The street lights were a warm welcome for the oncoming damp chilly night.

The lamppost, near his favorite bench, the ideal place to secure the fine bicycle he’d found at the Salvation Army today. The boots fit him perfectly, too. He was happy the saleswoman had given him this woolen blanket as he left.

Soon sleep. And, another day would have been lived.

God, he thought, life was grand.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Jellicos Stationhouse

 

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Santa brought a Schwinn

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Dear Santa,

I forgot to mention I want a bicycle. Thank You …

Dori (my family called me this when I was growing-up)

Those were the words that rattled inside my mind when I saw this very shiny bicycle near our Christmas tree when I was 9 years old on Christmas morning.

I know what most of you are thinking, ‘Why did she believe in Santa Claus at age 9?’ That’s a little old to believe in things that don’t exist.

But, I always believed everything my parents said to me even if classmates said there wasn’t a Santa Claus. Parents wouldn’t fib to their children. Besides, we were taught everyday in Catholic school that lying was a sin. I didn’t want to believe my parents would commit a sin on purpose. My little sister was 5 then and she believed in Santa. Should I have spoiled it for her? No. And so, I believed.

On this Christmas morning, I questioned whether or not I had asked for the right gifts. Although, I had 2 gifts this particular year. It had always been just one. I must have been real good. I was thrilled when I opened my first gift and it was the special Shirley Temple doll I had asked for. She had the prettiest smile and blonde curls. She was wearing a plaid skirt with a crisp white blouse and a beret atop those ringlets of curls. The second gift was the exact beret Shirley Temple wore when I had seen her at the Macy’s store on 5th Avenue. My family had gone into the city to see Santa and all of the wonderful New York decorations. As I think back to that day, my grandmother had taken us to have lunch while my mother did some errands. Doing Santa’s work, I’m sure. Well, he did fulfill my wishes.

But there in the middle of the living room, next to a brightly lit tree, was this blue and white shiny bicycle. It had a giant white bow and my older sisters’ name on it. It was so pretty. It was really very high too. I could barely reach the handle bars. It was gleaming and satiny bright. When my sister saw it she squealed and jump all around the living room. She had a huge smile on her face and slight giggles emitted as she spoke. We all gathered around it as we oohed and aahed.

Excited and ready to get her new bicycle outside, my sister ran into her room to get dressed. I waited in the living room with my Shirley Temple doll. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to ride. When she grabbed her bicycle and was ready to go my mother told her she couldn’t go outside.

Stunned she asked, why?

She was told the bad news. It had snowed 5” during the night. The sidewalks were covered in snow. Well, she wasn’t having any of it. She trotted down the 2 flights of stairs with her new bicycle and went outside. She rode on the snow. Of course, she fell a lot too. It didn’t matter to her. She wasn’t going to be stopped. All of us watched from the window and laughed.

Weeks later the weather improved. Eventually, she gave me a ride on her new bicycle. I didn’t know how to ride a 2 wheel bike. She had to hold onto me and the bike as I attempted to reach the pedals. It was futile. I was too short. Since she had asked for a boys bike with the bar that ran across from the seat to the handle bars my riding days quickly ended. We did have a great many fun rides with me sitting on the back fender while holding onto the seat.

Four years later, when she left home at 18, I was given the bicycle. I learned to ride. But, I was never as interested in bike riding as she was.

I guess I did get the right gifts from Santa that Christmas, after all.

2014©written by Isadora

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