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December 6, 2016
by Inside the Mind of Isadora 30 Comments

Undercover Flames

It was one of those unspeakable moments; the one you never want to happen. When eyes meet and sparks ignite.

Veronica was married; so was he. Yet, each time they were in a room together, flames stirred. She did her best to stay clear of wherever he was. But, it was impossible.

Their kids were in 2nd grade class together; the same activities. The possibility they’d often see each other was overwhelming.

He was approaching. Dark chocolate eyes glared at her.

She realized what she was about to feel.

Intense Passion.

Could she keep her composure?

She knew.

She must.

2016©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Jade M. Wong

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November 3, 2016
by Inside the Mind of Isadora 60 Comments

Friday Fictioneers – A New Penny Candy Store

“Mama, why we leavin’?”

“There’s no water, son. The crops are dead. There’s barely any wood for the coming winter.”

“What about Paw?” I’m gonna miss talkin’ to um.”

“He’ll be with ya, son, in your heart.”

“Will we find another fillin’ station with penny candy and biscuits for Rusty?”

“I suppose we can find one like Ol’ Man Billies.”

“Now, grab Rusty and get in the car.”

“We’re going down Route 66, Rusty. Gonna find a new penny candy store and biscuits.”

“I’m gonna miss sitting under the oak with ya Paw”.

“I’ll come see ya soon. I promise.”

2016©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words

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February 23, 2016
by Inside the Mind of Isadora 36 Comments

The Fall

“Anybody hear anything about Jimmy?” Marco asked.

Nah, you know his wife, Clarice, is a bitch. She wouldn’t call us.

We’re dirt in her eyes. You remember the faces she’d make when we’d be together talking and she’d walk into the cafeteria. She’s a real control freak. She thinks every woman wants her man.

Like, I remember the time we were doing the construction job on 5th Avenue. Ladies passing by dressed in those designer clothes; spiked heels; hair flowing in the wind. She’d come by to bring Jimmy some lunch.

Remember?

She evil eyed those women. Gave me a look like I had cancer.

Fear will do that to a woman. You know she’s jealous of any woman looking his way.

Jimmy got a bum rap. He could’ve had Jeanna. Now, that was a good-looking chick.

“Yeah, I sure hope he survives the fall,” Marco said.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 148

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July 25, 2015
by Inside the Mind of Isadora 43 Comments

Friday Fictioneers – The Carousel is Closed

Mother was furious and mumbling to herself. She did that when she was angry.
She turned to PJ and me in the back seat.

“Did you hear what the man said? The carousel is closed. He didn’t say why.
An hours drive wasted. No griping or tears on the way home.”

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Good Evening – this is Audra Smith
Breaking News …
Two children found murdered at the Suffolk Park Carousel.
The light dust of snow preserved the bodies and evidence.
Police have a suspect in mind but no one’s been apprehended.

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Silent tears flowed down Mothers’ face as she hugged us tightly.

2015©isadora delavega

Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words

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