Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers -Shack in the Woods

A small wooden shack stands deep in the woods. 

It’s weathered, empty, and distant among the trees.

It calls me to its window, where the sun glints off pieces of broken glass.

Some are hanging loosely to the window pane, but most are strewn across the floor, mixed with rocks and leaves.

On the side of the house towards the back, a rickety unsteady crumbling shack stands, a testament to the days when homegrown fruits and vegetables were sold seasonally.

I feel nostalgic, as I walk the grounds taking in each detail of this skeleton of a home.

Memories unfold.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

photo prompt©BrendaFox

 

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Crimson Creative Challenge – Spring Garden

Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty

outweighs all the utilities of the world©Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

Srping Garden   2022©Isadora DeLaVega  

Every season spills its

wonder upon the earth©Flavia

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Crimson Creative Challenge – #185

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Friday Fictioneers – Auntie Helga Visits

Honestly, this conversation is over.

Why, Miranda, why?

Because it’s my room and I’ll keep it whatever way I wish.

But Auntie Helga will be staying in your room while she visits.

And, your point?

Well, Auntie needs space to do her scrapbooking. You know how much she enjoys her hobby. She needs space.

If I tidy up, I’ll never find my stuff again. I’m a writer; we need our itty bits of paper, post-its, and books to complete our stories. Besides, Aunt Helga will only be here a week.

I guess you’re right. Okay, let’s watch a movie.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

photo prompt©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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WDYS – Remember & Return to Me

#WhatDoYouSee

Who are You?

I see you in the broken mirrored glass.

My eyes express my fragmented edges. 

Where has the very rational, 

patient, and very curious person gone?

My desire to learn and meet new challenges is gone. 

He will return after the world settles again.

Our freedoms are stolen because, in war, there isn’t a choice. 

Our life’s emotions are destroyed and stripped away, separating us.

Remember and return to me. 

2022©Isadora Delavega

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Make Magic Happen

The funeral was exactly the way my grandmother wanted.

She pre-paid and planned it all before she died.

Always the forward-thinking woman, no one would be able to leave any details out.

The rose garden was to be her final resting place.

She’d say, “Where else would I want to be? These roses have helped me create beautiful paintings that will live on in the homes of many long after I’m gone.”

Her garden was magical. She could grow colorful varieties.

I’m sure she’s looking down at us and saying, “Pick up a paintbrush and make magic happen.”

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

photo prompt©Dale Rogerson

 

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Crimson Creative Challenge – The Lost Tour

It is impotant that we forgive ourselves for making mistakes.

We need to learn from our errors and move on … ©anonymous

When the ship docked, we disembarked and signaled the cab that would be taking us to the pyramids.

It was a two-hour ride to Chichen Itza, the Temple of the Kukulcan, the archeological site.

Our friends had advised us to skip the costly ships tour and opt for a cab instead. We would be there with the same people we had been sailing with but for less money. Herbert was frugal about spending money, he thought it was a good idea. 

The driver, who spoke little English, took us down unexpected bumpy unpaved roads. We barely spoke more than a few sentences in Spanish. 

He said he had driven to Chichen Itza many times. We had our doubts. It was 2 1/2 hours since we departed the pier. Oh my, would the headlines read:

“Lost tourists, eaten by wild animals at dusk.” 

Eventually, our driver seemed less confident about where he was going. He thought he had made a wrong turn. I guess that’s why the road was unpaved. 

Frustrated, he found a road that led to his home. It was an old wooden shack in dire need of repair, and you might say dilapidated. 

Although fearful, we exited the car and met his mother, sister, and brother-in-law. They welcomed us with huge smiles. Their children played on dirt floors while a baby slept in a hammock. They insisted we sit and eat something. 

It was a pleasant visit. We learned a lot about their Mayan customs and cultural traditions. 

We never made it to the pyramids. But, we arrived back at our ship with more knowledge about the Mayan people than we would have on a pricier tour.

Sometimes, a mishap can turn into a beautiful experience.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Friday Fictioneers – Pierre’s Tulip Garden 

She was waiting for Pierre in the garden. He’d gone to get some wine for their moonlight stargazing tonight. He was always very romantic.

The floral scents engulfed her as she walked among the many

prize-winning tulips.

There were many varieties. Pierre was proud of his green thumb. 

Turning, she saw him running towards her. 

“Mona! My precious flowerThe love of my life.”

Finally, he said it. 

“Oh, Pierre!

Mona, my flower!”

Oh, Pierre! I love you too!

Pierre reached her. He knelt and moved her foot aside.

“My flower!” “You were standing on my prize-winning flower.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Na’ama Yehuda

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*****Do to alot of out of state visitors, I’ve edited an oldie but somewhat goodie from a FF 2017 story that goes well with this pix. Ejoy 😎 🌸 😍


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Sister’s Forever

Is solace, anywhere, more comforting than in the arms of a sister©AliceWalker

Image© Ben White@Unsplash

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Great joy within my heart

for upon the trees

The blossoms spring

titanium white and crimson gold

The azure sky

The sun’s splendid glow

Divinely lit and encapsulates 

my sanctuary 

A world that takes me to another place

A beautiful painting of simplicity and grace

Transparent, connected forever 

Warm and joyous to my heart. 

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Friday Fictioneers – Forever All Alone

Darkness covers me like a blanket

Shadows surround my thoughts

My arms wrap tightly around me

Deserted, no one home

You keep me isolated 

My only friend, just you

Smiles ne’er intrude our space

With you, I’m safe and whole

The thorns of my emotions

Keep rising from deep inside

Always in your shadows

Always in your arms

I cannot see the rose

Only thorns of pain

Madness all around me

It keeps me huddled tight

Tomorrow won’t be different

It will always be the same

Fear keeps me shaking

My spirit is tattered, worn

Darkness gives me comfort

Forever, all alone

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 102

Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson

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*****A similar photo by Ted Strutz was posted on Friday Fictioneers back in 2017. I wrote this poem for that image. I didn’t get many views or comments. I thought  I’d edit it a bit and add it to this photograph by Dale Rogerson. Sorry about the two extra words.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge – Cultural Exchange

Laughter is the best medicine …

Traveling through the jungle had been brutal. The heat had overcome many.

Walking along, we see many homes that the opposing tribes had destroyed. Remnants of brick walls were the only signs.

The tour guide told us we would learn many things about the Watusi culture, including their healthy lifestyle.

I was excited about learning all of these new things.

Soon, the Watusi shaman was telling us about their exercises and dances.
I was in awe when they began to dance.

The exercise works wonders on circulation. Watusi tribe members originated it. It also slims you down without medication.

I have been doing the exercises and workout moves since I arrived home from my vacation. I’m feeling much better already. I recommend you start right away.

This video shows what you should do daily to help with leg and knee pain and stiffness.

Once a day is sufficient for assured success! Enjoy …

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Crimson Creative Challenge – #178

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