Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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 – Trapped

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Before dawn, Paw fed the horses, pigs and chickens.

It had snowed all night. It was going to be a rough day for setting traps.

Fresh eggs and ham were ready when I got up.

“A good breakfast will get you through the day,” Maw said.

We took the North end of the farm. Maw took the South end with Bubba.

Beaver skins helped make us money in winter.

No sign of Maw when we got home. Paw and I went out to find her.

She was slumped in the snow.

Bubba cried out, “Paw, Help”!

“Maw caught her foot”.

2016©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


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