Inside the Mind of Isadora


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WDYS – A Child is Born

The morning sunrise was brilliant.

They enjoyed breakfast on the patio.

A game of chess in the garden was their plan for later that afternoon.

Suddenly, a cramp caused her body to flinch. 

The laborious suffering of childbirth had begun.

A precious child would be joining them soon.

Their lack of experience weighed heavy, draining their emotions. 

They felt anxious; yet, they’d been waiting months for this moment.

With tear filled eyes, she grasped his hand and flinched again.

The physical pain would soon reward them with a glorious gift.

A gift filling their hearts with immeasurable happiness and love.

2022©Isadora Delavega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

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WDYS – Love was like a River

Gazing out, I realized this was our place. 

We sat here by the river, watching it flow, holding hands, and confessing our hopes and dreams.

I remember when you said that love was like a river. You thought the river waters gush created a surge like love with its’ many highs and lows.                                     

Here by the river, my once empty days had been filled with love. You were my smile in the morning when I arose. You were the hug before I fell asleep.

What happened to us?

Where are those days of love that flowed like a river?

2022©Isadora Delavega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

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WDYS – A Mother’s Love

And when the way became rough for her, 

they lifted her and gave her their strength,

 just as she had given them hers. 

One day, their mother led them to a hill. Beyond the mountain, they could see a shining road edged with trees and golden gates flung wide open. 

And mother said, “I have reached the end of my journey. 

Now, I know the end is better than the beginning. My children can walk with dignity and pride, and with their heads held high, so can their children after them. 

And the children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.” 

And they watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. 

And they said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.”

2022©Isadora Delavega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

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WDYS – A Murder Mystery Surprise

I was reading when my eyes felt the softest hands on my face. You couldn’t mistake my joy when I saw my granddaughter. 

“Let’s go, Nanny,” she said. “I’m taking you to lunch.” 

“Such a pleasant surprise, dear.” 

“You read murder mysteries all the time, so I’m taking you to one,” she revealed as she whisked me away.

The room darkened, setting the stage for the actors to enter.

After the lights were out, an aura of mysticism filled the room immediately.

Creepy, creaking sounds filled the atmosphere. 

I knew it was a Murder Mystery train, but I felt a cold chill.

I was beginning to feel it would be much more frightening than I had expected.

“Be Gone, were the first words spoken. You’re not needed here.”

I thought, What on earth does he mean? 

Fear stirred within me.

“Fear not,” I hear him say. 

Trembling, I wonder how he knows I’m afraid?

A long silence, along with heavy breathing, permeates the room.

Something or someone brushes past my shoulder. 

I scream. 

cannot stop. 

Suddenly, the lights go up.

 I hear shouts of “Surprise!!! Happy Birthday!!!”

2022©Isadora Delavega

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Word Count: 188

Genre Flash Fiction

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WDYS – Thomas Reads Aloud

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Teachers saw the possibilities in Thomas. From the first day he entered the classroom, he was enthusiastic about learning everything there was to learn. 

His mother had always taken pride in the way he looked. His father wore vests, and collared shirts, Thomas wanted to wear them too. When she heard the children would be reading from their primer on Friday, she was as excited as Thomas but nervous too. 

Had he sufficiently learned to read after three months? 

She thought he was bright, but she was his mother. After all, he was only 6. 

She began to have thoughts of her own mother’s words:

A child is like a butterfly in the wind.

Some can fly higher than others

But, each one flies the best it can.

Why compare one to another?

Each one is different.

Each one is special.

Each one is beautiful.

She decided to have faith in her little Thomas.

2022©Isadora Delavega

The Power of Reading

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WDYS – Remember & Return to Me

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Who are You?

I see you in the broken mirrored glass.

My eyes express my fragmented edges. 

Where has the very rational, 

patient, and very curious person gone?

My desire to learn and meet new challenges is gone. 

He will return after the world settles again.

Our freedoms are stolen because, in war, there isn’t a choice. 

Our life’s emotions are destroyed and stripped away, separating us.

Remember and return to me. 

2022©Isadora Delavega

 

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Inky Mess – PPP#3

Olivia, where on earth have you been with Inky?

Pointing, Olivia said, he did it, Momma.

He did what?

Well, he was running really fast. I tried to keep up, but I couldn’t.

Then, he got to the grimy pond and jumped in. I had to jump in and get him. When I got out, there was dirty mud all over Inky and me.

No more jumping in the pond from now on, or I’ll have to keep Inky in his safety cage.

Okay, let’s get you both cleaned up and ready for a nap.

Yes, Momma, replied Olivia obediently.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

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Friday Fictioneers – Alone

Through hazy eyes, I glanced around the room. 

A beeping sound echoed in my ears. It had a mesmerizing tone.

The yellow glow of light reflected on the walls as the sun rose.

I felt numb. 

My mind couldn’t recall what had happened to me.

There was no one in the room. I was alone.

A frightening chill crept through my blood. 

Daunting thoughts raced through my mind.

There were bruises all over my body.

 I ached.

My chest swelled with emotions. 

Tears flowed as panic took hold of me. 

How did I get here?

And, why was I alone?

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Na’ama Yehuda 

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Friday Fictioneers – Chaos vs. Culture

Under her breath, Katherine grumbled. Moaning all morning about her disinterest in going to Chinatown fell on deaf ears. She hadn’t come to New York City to see food markets, commercial stands filled with counterfeit designer items, or inhaling scents from so many restaurants. She cringed from nausea. 

Traveling with Charles was always a problem. 

Katherine was looking forward to cultural places like the MOMA museum or a Central Park carriage ride. 

You’ll enjoy the chaos was his reply when she questioned his itinerary. Let’s compromise, stay an hour.

Fine, she said.

A vendor shouts: ‘Ma’am, you want Gucci handbag.’

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Roger Bultot

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***** MOMA – Museum of Modern Art is located in Midtown Manhattan in New York City on 53rd Street. It is an Art Museum. 

 

 


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Friday Fictioneers – Dying Love Aftermath

In February, we had another photo prompt from Dale Rogerson. Since this week we’re having an encore of another of her wonderful photos, I thought I would continue my first Flash Fiction story called Dying Love. If you missed reading it click on the title; although, the stories are independant of each other. Thanks for popping by … Isadora

She sat on the chaise lounge, watching the droplets of rain slide down the window.

Her eyes were swollen and red from the tears she’d shed for hours. Time didn’t exist.

A blank space permeated where there used to be laughter between him and her. 

Now, he was gone. 

Why?

The police were kind but seemed suspicious. The paramour is always suspect.

Yes, they were opposites in many ways, but he was gentle, kind, and conscientious of her likes.

No, he was a keeper. She’d begun to fall in love. 

Will she ever be happy again or die pining away?

 

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson

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