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Friday Fictioneers – I Love You

Standing here, I’m wrapped in your woodsy pulp scent. 

You captivate me with your unique shape.

You fit in my hands like a glove wraps around fingers. 

Leather or cardboard bound, your composition is perfection.

Every second I’m with you is like an unknown paradise. 

You fulfill my every need and want. 

With you, I am alive.

 I can be here or anywhere.

 If I’m around the world, you are with me. 

Your words wander through my mind.

You create memories on every page.

 I want to remember them forever.

For you, my love will never die.

I Love You

 2022©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Ted Strutz

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Crispina Creative Challenge – Beyond the Blue Horizon

Come to the edge, he said. You can see the sea.

I’m afraid, I said.

The menacing sky will soon pass, he said.

Will you hold my hand? I said

I am with you forever and evermore, he spoke with a radiant smile.

Together we leaped across to places beyond the horizon.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Crispina Crimson Challenge – #166

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A Day Begins

The sun rises

I see hope 

just beyond the horizon

The day glows, 

 the brightest light.

Our lives lost

Now, found.

I rise and feel,

your strength

 in mine.

Like butterfly wings in flight

I feel you waft.

Close my eyes; I see your beauty

Close my eyes; I feel you here

Nature’s dance of love for you.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Every Wednesday Crispina will post a photo like this one above.

You are to respond with something CREATIVE

Crimson’s Creative Challenge – #161

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Friday Fictioneers – The Wrong Side

 

Anthony, Dad wants you to pile the wood he chopped last Saturday.

I watched him as he went to the barn for the wheel-barrow. The doctors said to keep him active, and his hyper-active behavior will calm down. Many kids with ADHD become productive adults. 

It had snowed the night before. Pushing the wheel-barrow was tough. 

He was done and stood proud as he viewed his work.

Momma, come on out to see the woodpile.

Bewildered, she hid her emotions.

Anthony, my sweet boy, you’ve added the woodpile to the front of the house instead of the back.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:DaleRogerson

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No Words Left

It’s been a year now. 

As I put the key in the door, I remember the day I realized I had to move in. 

My father had always been demanding. I was reluctant to take on the responsibility.

Sure, I could have added him to the long list of seniors waiting for a room at the senior assisted living. But, after all, he was my dad. 

 On that summer morning, my father tried to open the neighbors’ door, helping me make my decision. 

His memory was fading. Confused and exasperated, he called. I knew he was desperate. He would never admit his decline.

After he died, an older gentleman approached me at the wake.

He said, “You’re a good son.”

Sadly, Alzheimer’s had prevented my father from telling me.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Heartbreak and Pain

Like scattered petals fallen to the ground, 

My heart needs the pieces put back together. 

Your words erased my existence.

Now, I can be free.

For you are gone,

And, I will never speak your words.

When I was young, 

You held me captive.

You cannot hurt me now, 

Nor do I scare.

Love does not dominate

It cultivates and cares.

I will not ever have your love, 

But I have someone who cares.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Every Wednesday, Crispina will post a photo like this one above.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #157

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My Dog Fluffy

The unconscious loyalties of a dog:

A Friend

One who multiplies joys,

Divides grief

and, whose honesty 

is invaluable

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Every Wednesday Crispina will post a photo like this one above.

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Carnival Horror

Adults held children while running and screaming in all directions. 

 Horror on their faces signaled an unmistakable accident.

Uniformed fair staff and guards gathered everyone to safe zones.

A day of carnival treats and rides; now, the scene of a devastating tragedy.

Shock and terror paralyzed me. 

I declined Monica’s request that morning to escort her son, my daughter’s friend, to the fair. With six kids to monitor, I couldn’t manage any more.

A round-a-bout chair ride suddenly stopped causing the chain to sever her sons’ leg. My heart broke when I discovered it was Ryan who was injured. Despite many, many surgeries, he never was the same again.

Amusement parks were off our activities list from that day forward.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Every Wednesday Crispina will post a photo like this one above.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge

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***** I wrote this story in 2015 for another challenge. It’s been edited and made a bit clearer. Enjoy … Isadora 😎


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Journey

Crimson Creative Challenge #152 2021©CrispinaKemp
Journey 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Never forget where you’ve been

Never lose sight of where you’re going

And, never take for granted

The people who travel

The journey with you

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Friday Fictioneers – Adult Shop

Walking around 42nd street in Manhattan with Amanda can be trying. 

New York City is the hustle and bustle of people.

Hawkers get in your space, enticing you to buy items that may or may not be legal. 

Why did Tom tell me to go out for a walk while he was at his meeting?

“Mama, look at that fun shop. There’s big glasses in the window.”

“No, Amanda, it isn’t a children’s shop.”

“What kind of a shop is it, Mama?”

“It’s an adult shop; children aren’t allowed. Let’s go to Rockefeller Center; there’s an American Girl Doll store.” 

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:RogerBultot

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*****American Girl Doll – “The American Girl experience is more than just a collection of toys. It is a collection of magical moments filled with goodness—moments that will nourish a little girl’s spirit, send her imagination soaring, and make her dreams come true.”—Pleasant T. Rowland
When Pleasant founded American Girl in 1986, she believed that great stories with aspirational characters could inspire girls to make their own positive mark on the world—and she was right. Since then, we’ve been a trusted partner in empowering girls with confidence and character. ©PleasantT.Rowland