Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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Friday Fictioneers – A New Penny Candy Store

friday-fictioneers-11416-jean-l-hays“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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*****Photo Prompt©Jean L. Hays


The Fall

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“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.


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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Friday Fictioneers – The Carousel is Closed

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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.”


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.


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

2015©isadora delavega

Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words

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Friday Fictioneers – Roast Pork and Wild Mushrooms


Will taking Victoria to the farm this weekend be a mistake?

Mama insisted he go to college in the big city after Paw died.

He knew he’d be back once he got his agricultural degree.

But, would this city gal he adored want that too?

He felt pride as he showed Victoria around the farm.

Suddenly, stopping and pointing, she asked, “What’s that?”

Those are wild mushrooms growing in dung.

She crinkled her nose with disapproval.

They talked with his brothers and family while Mama brought in dinner.

“Roast pork with wild mushrooms,” she announced.

Victoria crinkled her nose, again.

2015©written by isadoradelavega





Genre – Fiction

Word Count – 100

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Friday Fictioners – Fed Up

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Friday Fictioneers – Fed Up

Determined, Josephine woke at 5 a.m.

Saturday would mark her freedom day.

She felt battered.

No one could or had helped her.

They all said, “Be Patient”.


She grabbed her backpack, some rolls and water.

Woof looked at her with weepy eyes.

He’d been her constant friend and companion since birth.

As a baby, the word Wolf was hard to say. So,Woof it was.

 Josephine got out of the house, without notice.

She always felt invisible.

Except at school, where the bullying felt unbearable.

Finally, she reached the tracks.

Without turning, she knew.

Woof was behind her.



***** Bullying is the use of force, threat, or coercion to abuse,

intimidate, or aggressively others.

The behavior is often repeated and habitual.


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