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June 19, 2020
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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

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May 7, 2020
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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

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July 12, 2018
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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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May 27, 2017
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December 30, 2012

Icy rain poured on the cops.

The grim chaos didn’t surprise them. It was a safe haven for the regulars. A place they could shoot up.

“Overhere, Carl”.

“What da we have?” asked the coroner.

“DOA, female, white, blond, maybe 20, looks like an overdose.”

“Damn, these young people. They think they’re invincible.”

Gagging, Sarge nodded his head.

“Yeah, looks like heroin. She’s got teeth; that’ll help. Get her down to the morgue, ASAP.”

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“Frank, she’s back here.”

“Seeing her, he screamed, Myrna.”

“God no, he wailed. Man, that’s my sister.”

“She’s been missing. She’s no junkie. She was kidnapped.”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Word Count: 100 words
Genre: Flash Fiction
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January 21, 2017
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Friday Fictioneers – The Window

Harry stares out the window. He sits and stares since his Ruby’s brutal murder.

He’d taken her to the museum; then, a dimly lit dinner. She was beautiful.
Harry noticed the waiter leer at her. She provoked men with her beauty.
Her eyes the color of emeralds.

Now, he sit and stares.

He doesn’t care if he leaves the room.

He doesn’t pay bills; watch television or knows who feeds him.

His life is whatever passes outside the window.

All he sees are changing seasons, joggers, passing cars and Ruby’s ghost.

But, there’s no window.

Padded cells have no windows.

2017©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words

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October 14, 2016
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Friday Fictioneers – On A Dark Night

He sat in the lamp-lit kitchen waiting.

He’d made a cup of tea for her; a morning ritual after her long night at work.

Worry increased as daylight appeared.

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“It’s hauntingly dark,” she heard a voice from behind her say.

She found herself being shoved against her car.

“How come you’re out so late, honey? What do you do?”

Her hand slashed the silver blade across his throat.

Gurgles of blood oozed while he shrieked.

Inside the car, she flung the scalpel onto the floor.

As she drove away, she watched his writhing body.

“I’m a surgeon,” she said.

2016©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100

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December 2, 2015
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Friday Fictioneers – Narnia Adventure

Photo Prompt by Roger Bultot

Narnia Adventure

“Hello, Mrs. Benson.”

“Hi Peter. What’re you boys up to do today?”

“Just a little hiking.”

“Be sure, to come home before dark.”

“Okay, Mom.”

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Outside, Peter tugged Andy’s arm.

“What’s the rush?”

“I found the wardrobe. We can experience what happened in Narnia.”

“Ugh … it stinks in here.”

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“We’re so sorry, Mrs. Benson.”

Her body wrenched.

“Officers, it can’t be. They’re good boys. Who’d do this to them?”

“The abandoned lot is a druggy hangout. They must’ve stumbled across a
strung out junky. It looks like they found a sword among the rubble..”

“It’s the weapon the killer used.”

Genre: Crime Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100

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***** The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is a high fantasy novel for children by C. S. Lewis, published by Geoffrey Bles in 1950. It was the first published of seven novels in The Chronicles of Narnia (1950–1956) and the best known; among all the author’s books it is the most widely held in libraries. Although it was written as well as published first in the series, it is volume two in recent editions, which are sequenced according to Narnia history (the first being The Magician’s Nephew). Like the others, it was illustrated by Pauline Baynes, and her work has been retained in many later editions.
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July 25, 2015
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Friday Fictioneers – The Carousel is Closed

Mother was furious and mumbling to herself. She did that when she was angry.
She turned to PJ and me in the back seat.

“Did you hear what the man said? The carousel is closed. He didn’t say why.
An hours drive wasted. No griping or tears on the way home.”

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Good Evening – this is Audra Smith
Breaking News …
Two children found murdered at the Suffolk Park Carousel.
The light dust of snow preserved the bodies and evidence.
Police have a suspect in mind but no one’s been apprehended.

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Silent tears flowed down Mothers’ face as she hugged us tightly.

Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words

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March 14, 2015
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Friday Fictioneers – Underground

WARNING … Language May Be Offensive “Cut the Crap, Scumbag”.

“Start talking”, Detective Probst shouted.

“Tell us where she is”.

“Resting blissfully,” Boris smirked at him.

“Trash your little poetic words dirtbag”.

“What kind of deal can I get?” Boris smirked.

“No deal”.

“We have the evidence”.

“Spit it out, your dead anyway”.

“By a grassy meadow with a tree that stands no more.”

“Poetic shit again,” Probst brusquely.

“Go”.

“She’s there”.

The squad headed to the park where he’d been arrested.

A tree stump marked her burial grave.

“It never gets easy,” Detective Probst said, his voice cracking.

Six years old, kidnapped, mutilated and buried.

Genre – Fiction

Word Count – 100

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February 5, 2015
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The Rendezvous

The Rondezvous

The lone bench awaited the lovers.
A plaza in the center of town seemed like the perfect spot for their rendezvous.
They’d spoken about meeting to make future plans.
He was enthralled by her beauty.
It was getting harder and harder for him to wait for her to try to sneak away.
Now, they would discuss her escape from her husbands brutal ways.
Time was passing.
He grew suspiciously impatient.
What was the delay?
No matter, she would soon be his.
But, sadly, it was not meant to be.
How could they have known,
her husband would come home early, that day, and kill her.