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Friday Fictioneers – The Last Letter

The house was eerily quiet. The chilly air, a reminder of her long-term estrangement from her mother.

Sorting through years of her mementos was going to be laboriously stressful. It would be easier once Monique arrived.

She opened a leather box her mother kept on her desk. Letters from France?

Angelique read the last letter:

‘Dearest,
I miss you, though your touch lingers still.
Without you, time is an empty space.
I long to hold you. My heart aches for your return.
Come back soon, Mon amour.
Je t’aime,
Pierre’

Ergo, the secret of our French names finally revealed.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt©Sandra Crook

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Sunday Song – Havana Nights

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Music touches us all in different ways.

It can heal hearts, calm our fears or create memories when heard.

2016©art and photography by Isadora DeLaVega

 Jesse Cooks * Havana *

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The announcement was made yesterday, that Cuban dictator Fidel Castro died, November 26, 2016,

His brother, Raul Castro, made the announcement on Cuban television.

His death has created joy in the hearts of those who fled his regime and live in the United States.

The news reports of Cubans cheering in Miami, Florida was everywhere.

Yet, others who are living in Cuba are mourning his loss.

He was 90 years old. He’s ruled Cuba for over 60 years.

And, has outlived 6 of our presidents in the United States.

Whatever your political belief, changes are going to happen.

Who can say if it will be for the good or the bad of the people.

Politically things are shifting and changing everywhere; including here in the United States.

Let’s hope these changes, if and when they happen, are peaceful and of benefit to the people they represent.

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Fidel’s Cigar by WRATH OF THE PEN

Fidel Castro  🙏  R.I.P.

For today, let’s enjoy the music of Cuba.

Isadora 😎

2016©Isadora De La Vega

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Tragedy in Orlando

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They were people like you and me. They left the safety of their homes for an evening of dancing, laughter and fun. It never crossed their minds that this would be the night their lives would end.

When we leave our homes, how many of us think that we’ll never return?

I think, none of us.

Our lives have been changed by a horrific tragedy that happened in Orlando, Florida.

Fifty Forty nine people lost their lives and another fifty-three are struggling in hospitals to survive. Families transfixed on hearing news of whether ot not their family member, child or spouse are okay.

It’s a scenario that’s happening too often.

The losses of innocent people has burdened us with heavy hearts.

I hear these news reports and it paralyzes me. I can’t believe the hate. The lack of human empathy for others who are not like us.

When will this end?

How will it be stopped?

To all who are suffering from this tragedy of lives lost in Orlando:

May your troubled hearts find peace and comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone.

May God’s presence ease your trembling spirit and give you rest.

He is there to cast sunlight into all of your darkened shadows,

to send encouragement through the love of friends and family,

and to replace your weariness with new hope.

Blessings to All …
Isadora
©2016

 

John Lennon – Imagine

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Sunday Song – Purple Rain

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Legend Prince Dies: (Purple Rain) Tribute

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I hesitated to use this platform to write about the passing of the young 57 year old Prince this week. Many news stations, magazines, social media settings have talked about this. I didn’t want to sound repetitive about what so many have said already.

In fact, Elizabeth Obih-Frank @ Mirth and Motivation has written a phenomenal article on the late Prince. She’s covered many aspects of the singers life. I believe her words best describe this great entertainer whose loss has touched so many. Please – click here – to stop by and read it. It’s extremely touching and informative.

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My first memory of Prince was when my eldest daughter came into the kitchen singing ‘Purple Rain’. I enjoyed his music and his ever changing persona. One day, on my visit to the hair salon I turned into a Prince look-a-like. The hairstylist thought my hair would look fantastic in an Afro style. I’m always up for change. I did it. I had my hair cut in an Afro hairstyle.

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It had grown a bit when this photo was taken. I can’t remember if I liked it or not. I guess I didn’t as I don’t have a great deal of photos to show it off. I do remember it taking a HUGE amount of time to grow out.

It’s been a devastating loss to the music world and his fans who enjoyed and appreciated his unique talent. This year has been a year of too many great losses of talented artists.

Goodnight Sweet Prince
Isadora
2016©Isadora DeLaVega

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Now cracks a noble heart.
Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Hamlet©Shakespeare

 Prince – WAY BACK HOME [Official Audio]

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***** Prince photographs courtesy of Google Images and http://moonbeamlevels.com

*****“Goodnight Sweet Prince” is an expression used to bid farewell and pay respect to someone who has passed away.


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Sunday Song – Help Me Make It Through The Night

Jim Sears & Al De La Vega                                                 Jim Sears   2016©photo by Isadora DeLaVega

I’m taking the Sunday Song and doing a tribute song to my dear friend, Jim Sears.
He left this earthly world on Saturday, March 5, 2016
Our hearts have been saddened today by the news.
He had an infectious smile and a character that was unique only to him.
You couldn’t help but smile if he was in your presence.
Few people live life with the exuberance he did.
He was the 2nd person I met in the Englewood art world.
He welcomed me and Al like we were old friends.
It stayed that way to the end.
He was a good friend to all who had the good fortune to know him.
We’ll deeply miss him. He was the best.
🙏Rest In Peace Dear Friend 🙏

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This was one of his favorite songs. He loved old westerns, wild women and sad country music.

Willie Nelson ~ Help Me Make It Through The Night ~

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Friday Fictioneers – Just a Boy

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He was born with a death sentence.

The doctors spoke gently as she wept.

She was overcome by the diagnosis of hydrocephalus.

She carried him for 9 months. He couldn’t have a disability.

How could she create a defective child?

They told her to institutionalize him.

You won’t be able to manage his condition.

She refused. He’s my son. I’ll always love and care for him.

He is 59 now. Sits on the floor staring at the wall – any wall.

He just stares and holds his little jar of batteries he calls his friends.

A boy in an adult body.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

 

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***** My brother was born with this illness. Although his jar wasn’t filled with batteries, the photo immediately brought him to mind.

***** Hydrocephalus (from Greek hydro-, meaning “water”, and kephalos, meaning “head”) is a rare medical condition in which there is an abnormal accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) in the brain. This causes increased intracranial pressure inside the skull and may cause progressive enlargement of the head if it occurs in childhood, potentially causing convulsion, tunnel vision, and mental disability. It was once informally called “Water on the brain.” information from wikipedia


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Sunday Song – The Power of Love

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See! I will not forget you …. I have carved you on the palm of my hand.  Isaiah 4:15

 Celine Dion – The Power Of Love

After a long bout with cancer, Rene Angelic passed away on January 22, 2016
in Hendersonville, Nevada. He was born on January 16, 1942 in Montreal, Canada.
He was a music producer, talent manager and singer.

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Rene Angelil was the husband/manager of Celine Dion
and the father of their 3 children. They were engaged in 1991.

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The couple married in a lavish wedding ceremony at
Montreal’s Notre-Dame Basilica on December 17, 1994,
which was broadcast live on Canadian television.

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Celine Dion feels a strong connection with her fans.
Because of that, she decided to broadcast the funeral
 for them. She wanted to be a part of the her sorrow.
He was and will always be the love of her life.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

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2016©Photography by Isadora DeLaVega

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Information Researched from Wikipedia

Celine Dion & Rene Angelil Jeune – PHOTO CREDITS:

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CELINE DION WEDDING TO RENE ANGELIL, MONTREAL, CANADA – 1994
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Friday Fictioneers – Just Another Day at Work

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He came in at 1:30 a.m. He’d done a 4 to midnight tour; late shift.

Sandy always waited up for him. She could never sleep when he was at work.
Baking and ironing kept her preoccupied until she’d hear the key in the door.

An enormously tight hug let her know it had been tough night. She could smell smoke in his hair.

He rambled on about the fire. Six children died. He repeated it several times. Tears flowed down his face. We couldn’t get them out. We could hear them scream. We just couldn’t get them out.

2015©isadora delavega

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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