Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – The Arrival

Manuel scurried, as he readied the room for the new priests arrival on Saturday, his limp more obvious when he was tired.

Recently, baffling thoughts had begun confusing him. There’d been five priests transferred from this parish. He wondered why.

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Lourdes worked tirelessly to prepare the special welcome dinner for the new priest. Her job security helped calm her concerns about her son, Manuel’s, future.

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Father Karavalez was reverent and handsome. The nuns giddily whispered about him. 

He graciously accepted Manuel as his houseboy; one assigned to each priest.

Shortly after dinner, claiming exhaustion, he asked Manuel to assist him. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega  

 

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: J. Hardy Carroll

 

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Friday Fictioneers – She Trusted Too Much

Dusk peeked through the curtain.

It had been a harrowing day.

Her gardening past time destroyed by a sneaky thief. 

It was a small garden. Just enough space for tulips and the rose bush her husband had planted.

“A rose bush for my Rose,” he’d proclaimed,

She longed to hear him say her name.

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Why had she been so naive?

Why had she fed that stranger information about her son and his friend?

Was her sight that hazy?

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“Are you Vinnie?”, she’d asked him.

“Yes, your son sent me to get the $200 dollars for him.”

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She trusted too much. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Gah Learner

 

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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 – Car Rides from Hell

My designated car seat was behind my father who drove while smoking unfiltered ‘Camel’ cigarettes. 

He was a chain smoker. A habit he’d picked it up in the service.

Ashes would blow into the back seat as he drove us to our weekend park picnic outings or  Sunday beach getaways. 

I had the pleasure of inhaling carcinogen nicotine chemicals.

Despite complaints I’d felt like vomiting, the car ride would proceed with minimal sympathy.

At our destination, I’d have to sit until the dizzying feeling passed. Seltzer was the beverage I  drank to settle my stomach meanwhile my siblings drank cokes.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Short Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Yvette Prior

 

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Friday Fictioneers – My Herb Garden

Although weakened by her chronic arthritis, she managed to make her usual egg, toast and coffee breakfast.

She enjoyed her quiet mornings. She’d never thought she would. Age had greatly slowed her vitality.

Eyeing her window garden, the sun shone brightly on it. She cherished it. Thomas had planted the herbs for her. 

He was the sweetest caring grandson. He’d told her to add the herbs to her salads and foods everyday. He’d said they’d help with her arthritic pain. They did. 

She’d never been much of a gardener but would hate to disappoint Thomas if they didn’t continue to grow.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

Photo Prompt©Rondo El Baccio

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Friday Fictioneers – A Fairytale – Once Upon a Time

She held the gun with stiffened arms in front of her. 

Coming into the bedroom, he said, “Hey, handle with care honey, it’s loaded.”

“Why?” 

“No sense in having a gun for protection that’s unloaded,” he said with a sarcastic tone.

“Is this the one you’re using for your wife?”

“I told you, I’m not taking any chances. I’ve hired a professional for that.”

“I could do it.”

“Really?”  “You’re a woman.” “What if you freeze?” “I’d be dumb to hire you or any woman.”

She moistened her lips as she gripped the gun tighter.

“Surprise, honey.” “Your wife did.”

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 

Photo Prompt: Liz Young

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Friday Fictioneers – Job Hunting

From their bench, Vincenzo and Guiseppe take in the activities of everyday life. 

“Vincenzo, I gotta get a job.” 

“Why? We can show tourists around like we always do.”

“For tips and grins? Mama’s gonna kill me if I don’t get a job,” 

“Get out of this funk, Guiseppe, you’re starting to bore me.”

“Mama gave me 6 bucks for lunch. She told me, I better have a job when I go home today.”

“Hey, I got 4 bucks. Let’s go get a bottle of Chianti.”

“I guess I can look tomorrow.”

“Let’s go, Guisep, before you change your mind.”  

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Fatima 

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Friday Fictioneers – The Class Trip

The crowd increased with every passing minute.

Deidra hated crowds. 

She felt the air disappearing around her.

Misty’s teacher had insisted all students attend the ceremony. 

“Extra credit for anyone who takes a snapshot of President Trump.”

Deidra turned to her daughter.

“Look, I’ve got to get some air. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Deidra felt panicked anxiety.

She heard gunshots.

A guard grabbed her arm.

Deidra turned. 

He pulled tightly as she tried to release his grip.

“Ma’m, please,” he said. “I think your daughter’s been shot.”

“Misty?”

“Tye-dye jacket; blond hair?”

“Yes!” 

Unbearable, howling anguish cries!

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Roger Bultot

 

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Friday Fictioneers – The Pink Dress

Mother asked me to get one of Oma’s dresses for the viewing.

Walking through the house, I could feel Oma in every room. 

She was with me; guiding me. 

Small things meant a lot to her; like working in the garden, a walk in the park or sitting on her front porch listening to the birds sing.

Oma kept an impeccable home. Her treasured crystal, Rogaska, bowl on her dining room table always had fresh flowers or plants.

Opa loved her pink gown from their 75 anniversary. 

He’d said, “My heart fluttered when we danced.” 

This will be the dress. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Friday Fictioneers – The End of the Road

We bickered about off-road adventures from the moment we made our plane reservations.

“Where’s you sense of adventure?”

“I don’t have any”.

“You promised you’d come along and not gripe. The taxi driver said to follow the dirt road and we’d find the little out-of-the-way hostel”.

“Umm … I’m not an expert hiker but this sign is telling us something”.

“I’ll look down the side of the cliff. You know, get my bearings”.

The panic on his face said it all.

On the jagged black mountain cliff, lay the charming little cottage they called, ‘Sheer Drop Inn’.

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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Bjorn Rudberg

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