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Friday Fictioneers – Chocolate Eyes

She needed band for extra school credits. 

Pointing, Mr. Cohen said, “Pick out a clarinet. I’ll get a new mouthpiece.”

Her friend Dominique teased her about the cute boy near the instruments. 

“Stop! He’s probably dating.” 

“Nope, I heard he’s not. Besides, he’s looking at you.” 

“From who? Is he?” 

“I have my sources.”

“Well, I’m not interested.”

“I have my clarinet; see you inside.” 

As Dominique passed the boy, she winked and gave him the okay sign.

“Need some help,” he said approaching her.

“No, I do not,” curtly, while dying inside.

‘Oh, those luscious chocolate eyes are yummy.’

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson

 

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Friday Fictioneers – My Special Friend

Sometimes in life, you find a special friend.

Someone who makes you laugh until you can’t stop.

Someone who makes you believe there’s hope for the world.

Someone who convinces you that there’s an unlocked door; just waiting for you to open.

Someone who changes your life, just by being a part of it.

Elise was my special friend. 

Today, she was placed in a nursing home. 

I’m left alone. 

We ate breakfast every day while telling stories of our childhood memories.

From now on, our days together will be through letter writing.

I’m left alone, without my special friend.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©JanWayneFields

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Friday Fictioneers – The Stained Glass Cafe

2020©Isadora DeLaVega 

Lansbury is a cozy little New England town. Antiques, angler, and vintage clothing shops, beside victorian cafes, create a picturesque scene.

Martha met Randall at the church picnic. A new resident in town always catches the single girls eyes. Before leaving, he asks if we could meet for coffee on Friday at the cafe. 

Bashfully, I giggle, ‘yes’.

While waiting, I admire the sun playing with the blue hues on the stained glass windows. Rainbow rays reflecting a relaxed tone amid the chatter of people.

Entering the cafe, he approaches with a smile. 

In the glow, he is very handsome.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: FlashFiction😎

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Jean L. Hays

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Friday Fictioneers – The Art of Living

Midnight bells echoed in the birth of 2021, a new year of creating a better life than we’d had. 2020 hadn’t been a good year.  A virus had spread from day one.

The government issued a stay-at-home quarantine. Masks and sanitizers were mandated. People changed, angry from isolation, rules, and restrictions. 

Old hobbies such-as board games, art projects, and cooking together helped relieve tensions. Families grew closer in isolation; some didn’t. 

Life was becoming art, brushstrokes creating paintings.

Each painting different; your family, your life.

Splashes of artful color bringing out something unique from inside of us. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega 

Genre: HistoricFlashFiction😎

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Friday Fictioneers – The Rendezvous

 

The phone rang.

Hello, she whispered.

“Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”

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Memories from the first time they met, rapidly flooded her mind. 

He was walking along the shore with a metal detector.

She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky.

He glanced her way.

‘Do you always photograph people passing by?’ he said.

‘No, she replied, blushing.’

Thus, the beginning of a whirlwind romance.

He found an antique timepiece that day; her wedding gift.

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“I’ll bring the Bordeaux, he quickly added.”

“I can’t wait.”

She hung up the phone and smiled.

I wonder who that was?

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Na’ama Yehuda

 

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Friday Fictioneers – The Window

George stares out the window. He doesn’t read anymore, not even the paper; no television either. Just watches the joggers running; the seasons changing. 

Been like that since they found Rhonda brutally murdered in the alley behind the ‘Honk-If-Your from Texas’ bar. 

He’d sit at the bar talking to Rhonda, great gal with a chest to match.

George eats, sleeps, and stares out the lace-curtained window in the hope he sees her.

His meals are tasteless.

His bills paid.

He sits waiting for the day he’ll see Rhonda again, not much hope alone in a padded cell.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Rochelle Wisoff- Fields

 

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Friday Fictioneers – The Hat Factory

 

“It’s time for me to go, Gloria. It’s 3:00 already. Where does the time go?”

Grandma worked the night shift at the hat factory. Not many liked working the 4 to midnight hours.

Listening to her hat-making stories was fascinating.

As a child, I always wore the most stylish hats. She made them from leftover scraps of material from her work station.

Yesterday, I overheard her angry words about Mr. Grossman.

“He had the nerve to presume he could touch my breast,” she told my Mom. “Here, I thought he’d been generous with the leftover materials. I quit.”

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Jan Wayne Fields

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Her Games Shows

The sound of the portable television, blaring game show pinging sounds was exasperating.

I’d see her on the patio smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the fictitious items on the screen. 

 I’d seen her on the patio, smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the prized items on the screen. 

I glance over as I prune my gardenia. “Do you like game shows, Dina?”

“I enjoy them so much I subscribed to the game show channel,” she says.

“The shows are all repeats, right?”

“Sure, they are. I always forget the results. Damn dementia.”

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They found Dina murdered in her recliner. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Our Promise

 It felt odd standing at the front door.

“Come on, Brie. Open up.”

She turned the doorknob; they entered.

The house felt eerily quiet.

The euphoria from days-gone-by was missing.

Brie couldn’t stop thinking about the last few days.

She was opposed to it.

James insisted, “It’s the right thing to do.”

“She relies on tubes, drips, and machinery?” he shouted.

“But, she’s alive,” I pleaded.

“And, our promise to let her die with dignity.”

“She gave us life, James.”

“Then, we owe her dignity in death.” 

“Doctor, my brother and I …”

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“Look Brie, mom’s favorite Paris poster.”

 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©C.E.Ayer

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Just Another Day at Work

 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

He came home at 1:30 a.m. He’d done a 4 to midnight tour.

Sandy, always, waited up for him. She could never sleep when he was at work.

Baking and ironing kept her occupied until she heard the key in the door.

His enormously firm hug let her know it had been a tough night. 

She could smell smoke in his hair. 

He rambled on about the fire and casualties. 

Six children, he repeated several times. 

Tears fell down his face.

We could hear them screaming. 

The flames were everywhere. 

We just couldn’t get them out. 

They died.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©RogerBultot

 

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***** Edited story from 2015 that didn’t receive much recognition the first time.