Wordless Wednesday – Abandoned
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My eyes must be deceiving me.
It’s my childhood bike.
I reflect on the hours of recreation we had together.
You gave me happy days of endless activity.
I never thought I’d grow to ignore you, but other things took your place.
Here you are in Momma’s crumbling house; your body rusted, consumed with decay.
I didn’t expect you to be here among the memories of my childhood.
You played a sweet symphony of shades of color for me to enjoy.
Fear of endings grasps my emotions.
I banish them to the disposable world, and their unique beauty ends.
2021©Isadora De La Vega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©LisaFox
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The morning mist of light rain chills the damp air. The sprinkles fall like fairy dust.
Somber moans of grief echoing in the silence mimic the sound of metal thumps.
Our hearts shattered into aching pieces with memories of her kindly, gentle spirit.
The dark holes of fragmented pieces felt in each of us.
Grandmother would have called this a celebration of her life.
‘No tears, no sorrow for my death, just joyful memories of my days,’ she’d say.
Grandmother’s friends were remembering her vibrant life.
A dark hole of broken hearts forever silences her wise words in the end.
2021©Isadora De La Vega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo:©Ted Strutz
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*****The elderly continue to be the biggest victims of this dreaded pandemic that we’re still in the midst of experiencing. My daughter is a counselor at a hospice hospital in Albany, NY. The deaths are staggering. Please get vaccinated and wear masks.
Inside the Mind of Isadora 