Inside the Mind of Isadora


Blue Skies and a Kite

Despite the severe high temperatures of the mid 90’s here in Florida,

a drive to our local marina / park in Punta Gorda is a nice way to cool

off while enjoying everyones activities.

The marina / park is a spot where children can play in one of the water spout areas

while adults can go fishing, ride a bike or enjoy a relaxing walk on a scenic path.

We’d been admiring the sailboats swaying on the calm blue water.

A young gal began flying this colorful kite in the grassy field

 directly behind the bench where we were seated.

It soared high while fluttering the edges of its’ wings. 

It was mesmerizing to watch. 

The colorful kite was  peacefully meditative.

A bit of artistic imagination with my photo created 

this marvelous image that reminded me of the old fashioned

 post cards I used to  pick-up when vacationing.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega


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Silence – A Walk through Life

Tree Path.web A Walk through Life ©Isadora DeLaVega

Spend your brief moment according to nature’s law,

and serenely greet the journey’s end as an olive falls when it is ripe,

blessing the branch that bare it and giving thanks to the tree that gave it life.

©Marcus Aurelius [philosophers/resources]


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Cyber Dating

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What should I wear?

We planned to meet in town. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. After all,
I had no idea if he was the person he’d said he was.

Pathetic feelings spring up inside me. Is this really the new way of life?

Divorce robbed me of who I was. The rejection manifested a despair in me for
any kind of affection.

Still, a dating site date.

He’d texted it as our rendezvous instead of a date.

“Do you know where the Chin Boat Chinese restaurant is?”

“Yes, it’s by the park. There’s outdoor tables.”


“Rhonda?”, a deep throaty voice said, while extending his hand.

“Bradley, I said with clenched teeth. It’s a pleasure.”

Was it?

He was nothing like his photo.

Word Count: 122
Genre: Flash Fiction

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