Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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 😎 🌸 😍