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Friday Fictioneers – Colegio de Nuestra Senora de la Valvanera

 

August 21, 1963, was the first day of my senior year.

I was in awe of the academy the week before when I had met with Mother Superior.

My mom and I stood before the twelve-foot gates with ornate handles and locks at the entrance. It was medieval.

Upon entering, we were directed to a small chapel for prayer before speaking to Mother Superior. Although more like a chapel, it was mesmerizing in its elaborate baroque style.

As we left, we could hear the Benedictine monks chanting in the courtyard.

A year-long immersion in the chant was a benediction.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre: Non-Fiction

Word Count: 101

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Friday Fictioneers – Playing Hooky

Come on, Sandy.

No, I don’t want to get in trouble.

It’s beautiful down by the lake at this time.

No! I mean it.

There’s canoeing and paddling.

I don’t know how to do any of that. 

We don’t either. We can learn together.

Ed, Lila, and Ralph begged me to go.

Persuaded, I caved.

I didn’t paddle or canoe but watching the eagles flying above us made it all worthwhile.

In the end, I was happy I’d gone along.

In terror, I stood before my mom’s angry face.

 I knew my awful fate by the look on her face.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

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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

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Friday Fictioneers – The Reunion

 It was Thursday. 

In one more day, I’ll be off to a reunion with friends from my cheerleading days.

We’d been Skyping plans for weeks. 

Checking into the hotel, the exhilaration was palpable. Adjoining rooms was perfect. 

Exhilarated, I unpacked the t-shirts I’d designed,

 ‘Eastern District High School Cheerleaders 1965’

After dinner, donning our t-shirts, we made our way to the football field.

It was the same as it had always been. 

Memories came flooding back. 

We recalled stories.

Raucous laughter and tears flowed. 

Hugs were shared.

Standing in her old spot, Mona was overcome. 

She died smiling.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

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*****I’ve edited the last line to say ‘Died’ instead of ‘Passed’. A writer can learn from other writers many things to improve our writing. Neil @ Neil Macdonald Author thought it was clearer if I changed it. Thanks, Neil.