Belinda was the singer in the group. Tonight, her timing was off.
Could it be too much tequila?
‘Mi Pueblo’ had the most delicious margarita’s. She had to have two.
Each failed attempt at singing left her in giggles.
She’d needed this night out with friends.
The car accident had left her wheelchair bound.
She’d been depressed about it again.
Thoughts poured into her head quicker than she could get them out sometimes.
Spontaneously, the raucous group decided on a beach open-air sing-a-long.
They raced to the edge of the ocean.
“Bring on the waves,” Belinda shouted.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Word Count: 100 words
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt©LindaKreger
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Margarita: a beverage served with tequila and other tasty additions.
The glass rim is coated with salt.
It had been weeks since I visited Henrietta. To soothe my guilt, I picked up her favorite sparkling wine. At ninety, she wasn’t a fine wine drinker. Five bucks would do. I purchased her favorite dark chocolates too.
I could see bright lights on in the kitchen. She usually kept them on low.
She’d say, “I have a budget, you know.”
Finally, Henrietta opened the door. She seemed dazed.
“Hi Henrietta,” I said.
“Who are you?”
“It’s Ella.”
She grabbed the Gazela and slammed the door.
Curiously, I peered through the window.
Behind the huge spiderweb, lurked a man’s shadow.
2018©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:©Victor & Sarah Potter
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