Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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

Photo Prompt:KristaStrutz

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Friday Fictioneers – Love is Like a River

The cloudy night casts a shadow over the river.
Sitting on the bank, I’m regretting my failures while mourning my loss.
We’d felt solace here.
You were the chuckle in my laughter. The path I walked, that kept me straight.
We spent time listening to the reverberations of the river’s course.
Your eyes twinkled as you listened to me speak tender words of love.
The placid water exudes a strange calm.
There’s a stillness in the air that surrounds me.
Looking at the reflection of my face in the serenity of the water;
My thoughts linger gently on yesterday.
Gone …
2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: PennyGadd

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She’ precious ❤️❤️❤️

This was originally posted on FF in 2016. I’ve repeated it due

to my granddaughter visiting with my new great-granddaughter.

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.


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Inky Mess – PPP#3

Olivia, where on earth have you been with Inky?

Pointing, Olivia said, he did it, Momma.

He did what?

Well, he was running really fast. I tried to keep up, but I couldn’t.

Then, he got to the grimy pond and jumped in. I had to jump in and get him. When I got out, there was dirty mud all over Inky and me.

No more jumping in the pond from now on, or I’ll have to keep Inky in his safety cage.

Okay, let’s get you both cleaned up and ready for a nap.

Yes, Momma, replied Olivia obediently.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

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Wordless Wednesday – Music and Painting

Love is a canvas embroidered by you.

Abstract Art’ ©MegaDuncanson

It doesn’t cost much to be happy if the currency of your heart

is the blowing of the breeze and the swaying of the trees. 


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Friday Fictioneers – My Special Friend

Sometimes in life, you find a special friend.

Someone who makes you laugh until you can’t stop.

Someone who makes you believe there’s hope for the world.

Someone who convinces you that there’s an unlocked door; just waiting for you to open.

Someone who changes your life, just by being a part of it.

Elise was my special friend. 

Today, she was placed in a nursing home. 

I’m left alone. 

We ate breakfast every day while telling stories of our childhood memories.

From now on, our days together will be through letter writing.

I’m left alone, without my special friend.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©JanWayneFields

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Friday Fictioneers – Red Tide

As soon as Larry moved in with Betty, he joined the turtle patrol. She lived on the beach as a child. It’s no surprise she bought a beach house.

Larry was a conservationist all his life. He walked the beach to stay healthy while ensuring the safety of the turtles. Watching the hatchling emerge and make their way to shore was environmentally impactful. 

Recently, the red tide was getting worse. The smell of dead fish washing ashore could be seen from their porch. An overabundance of algae, some said. No one knew for sure, all speculation. 

Upside, fewer tourists visiting.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Prompt:©Sandra Crook

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*****Red tide is a common name for algal blooms, which are large concentrations of aquatic microorganisms, such as protozoans and unicellular algae (e.g. dinoflagellates and diatoms). The upwelling of nutrients from the seafloor, often following massive storms, provides for the algae and triggers bloom events. Harmful algal blooms can occur worldwide, and natural cycles can vary regionally.

The growth and persistence of an algal bloom depends on wind direction and strength, temperature, nutrients, and salinity. Red tide species can be found in oceans, bays, and estuaries, but they cannot thrive in freshwater environments.©wikipedia

A short video for the impact Red Tide has on beaches ….

The scenic drive to my beach … In 2019, Red Tide had cleared.


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Friday Fictioneers – Black Night

In the light of day, the narrow street appears menacing. It had a quaint charm last night. 

Today, I must show the polizia where everything happened. 

It was a brisk evening. We met for wine and spuntino.

Later, we walked through these ancient streets, his muscular arm warming my shoulders.

Lovers passed us engrossed in each other’s eyes, a travelers concept of Italian romance. 

His full lips rivaled dark-captivating eyes as they draw me in. Romance was in the air.

 Regretfully, forever, I’ll remember this nightmare and the scent of his garlic breath.

Now, police search for my horrid rapist.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Rowena Curtin

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Polizia – Italian: police

Spuntino – Italian: snacks

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*****I missed last weeks writing challenge with this fun photo prompt. I think this photo can be added to this story. Enjoy …