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Friday Fictioneers – The End of the Road

We bickered about off-road adventures from the moment we made our plane reservations.

“Where’s you sense of adventure?”

“I don’t have any”.

“You promised you’d come along and not gripe. The taxi driver said to follow the dirt road and we’d find the little out-of-the-way hostel”.

“Umm … I’m not an expert hiker but this sign is telling us something”.

“I’ll look down the side of the cliff. You know, get my bearings”.

The panic on his face said it all.

On the jagged black mountain cliff, lay the charming little cottage they called, ‘Sheer Drop Inn’.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Bjorn Rudberg

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Sunday Song – Rise Up

Dedicating this Sunday Song to all Women in honor of International Women’s Day – March 8, 2018.

We will all rise up no matter what we’ve been through in life.

You just need to stay strong ❤

Andra Day – Rise Up
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‘She Stands in Beauty’ 2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 


 


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Friday Fictoneers – Institutionalized

Venom flowed through her veins. Hate was a mild word for what she felt for him.

She had him taken to an institution. He would be there for life.

Her mother died shortly before he was placed there. Doctors said her frail body was from malnutrition and improper medical care. At 88, she needed home health care. Instead, her mentally challenged son was her only caretaker.

Why was she angry at him?

It helped soothe her guilt.

Banned from his mothers funeral by her, he raged. The perfect storm for him to be taken away.

Lord grant her soul redemption.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Sandra Cook

 

 

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International Women’s Day 2018

“Time is Now: Rural and urban activists transforming women’s lives” is the theme International Women’s Day, March 8, 2018.

This year, International Women’s Day comes on the heels of unprecedented global movement for women’s rights, equality and justice.

Sexual harassment, violence and discrimination against women has captured headlines and public discourse, propelled by a rising determination for change.

International Women’s Day 2018 is an opportunity to transform this momentum into action, to empower women in all settings, rural and urban, and celebrate the activists who are working relentlessly to claim women’s rights and realize their full potential.2018©unwomen

Violence against women and girls is continuing to happen everyday all over the world. We must continue to fight for all women to be treated with respect and equality. International Women’s Day focuses on ending violence against women and empowering them.

Violence against women and girls is continuing to happen everyday all over the world. We must continue to fight for all women to be treated with respect and equality. International Women’s Day focuses on ending violence against women and empowering them.

One Woman: A Song for UN Women

A gross human rights violation that affects up to 7 in 10 women and a top priority for UN Women. As commemorations are underway in all corners of the globe, “One Woman” reminds us that together, we can overcome violence and discrimination: “We Shall Shine!” Join us to help spread the word and enjoy this musical celebration of women worldwide. 2018©un women 

Over time and distance, the equal rights of women have progressed. We celebrate the achievements of women while remaining vigilant and tenacious for further sustainable change. ©Eve Ensler – author***** One Woman – A Song for UN Women:  https://ganxy.com/checkout


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Story of a Broken Man

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While on vacation in Grenada, we decided to drive around downtown which could be quite a challenge. Suddenly, I was overcome by the sight of a man sitting on the sidewalk.

“Stop,” I shouted.

Startled, my husband stopped the car assuming he was about to hit something or someone he hadn’t seen.

I said, “Look,” while pointing to this man. “Please!” “You’ve got to find a place to park.”

He drove a bit and found a parking spot.

Since we were unfamiliar with the downtown area, we had to walk several streets in search of where the man had been.

I thought I should purchase one of those shells he was selling since he looked like he was in need of a sale.

Eventually, we found him.

He was unaware I was standing next to him until I said, “Hello, I see you have some shells for sale.”

Tear filled hazy eyes glared at my me. I felt sucked in by his sadness. He was dirty with a profound odor of the unsanitary kind. It was the type of odor you knew was from a lack of any type of facilities. Yet, I felt compelled to talk to him. In one hand he had a cup of rum; the other hand held a blunt, doobie, marijuana joint. Drugs!

After briefly talking about his shells, I told him, “I noticed he was drinking and smoking marijuana at such an early morning hour.” It was 10:00 a.m.

He said, “There’s no set time for me to kill my pain.”

I didn’t dare ask what his sorrow was.

I asked, “Does it help your pain?”

No words were said. Just a tilt of the head in my direction with a curved smile that led me to believe he didn’t think I’d understand.

We spoke for a short time.

I handed him the money for the shell with a little extra. I recommended he use it for food or shelter. I told him to keep the shell so he could sell it to someone else.

As I began to walk away, he took another puff from his big sweet scented herb and shouted, “Pretty Lady” …

I turned.

He continued, “Someday, when you get to heaven, say hello to my angel. I know you’ll meet her there. Tell her, I’ll be with her before long.”

2018©written by Isadora

 

~ Kindness is loving people more than they deserve ~

Grant that, we may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console,
to be understood, as to understand … Saint Francis of Assisi

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*****Definition of Broken: forcibly separated into two or more pieces; fractured. incomplete; being in a state of disarray; disordered;

**** I received the Bronze Award for a: Street Life/Slice of Life: A photojournalistic photograph, camera as observer.

*****This story was originally posted in February, 2014 


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Friday Fictioneers – Footprints in the Snow

Everyone was beginning to get cabin fever.

How much longer could they be snowed in without tempers flaring?

The wood pile was getting low. Soon, they’d have to go outside and chop some more.

A chill swept through Helga’s spine. It would be her luck to lose when they were choosing who’d collect the fire wood next.

She was happy to be away from them, even for a short time. She couldn’t bear having Niklaus around. He was being crudely salacious.

Helga turned.

Footprints in the snow appeared behind her.

“Niklaus,” she screeched.

Frightened, she ran.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt©J-Hardy Carroll

 

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Premonition

It’s been 3 days since I ventured to do anything on my blog.

I had had many fun things going on over the weekend.

Then, on Sunday evening, I had the terrible issue of accepting that my computers were down.

Now, I wanted to be on them.

Now, they weren’t working.

You’re probably wondering why I’m using the word ‘them’ and ‘they’.

I have a desktop computer and a laptop. I decided to get the laptop to take with me when I travel.

I can upload photos and remove them from my memory card, plus, I could see how well I’d taken the photographs. I could write stories or poems, etc.

When I realized my limited ability to get them to work, I thought about getting tech help. They could get walk me through the issue/issues.

However, I had a premonition it was going to be long and stressful process.

Today, I accepted that I could be having an incorrect premonition about this entire repair thing.

I called and to my surprise everything went smoothly and quickly. It was a simple fix.
And, it was a pleasure to speak to a tech who’d originally resided in Norway. I enjoy listening to people who have accents. This Norwegian accent was quite pleasant as was his assistance to my computer glitch.

Lesson Learned: Don’t always listen to your premonition.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

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Sunday Song – Mighty River

This song has a timeless feel. It’s from the movie ‘Mudbound’

staring Mary J.Blige. She’s been nominated for Best Supporting actress

and for this original song. It’s a powerful movie saying a great deal.

It’s seems apropos for what we’re going through in our world today.

Enjoy …. Isadora 

Mighty River – Lyrics©Mary J. Blige

Life is a teacher, time is a healer
And I’m a believer like a river wild
Ego’s a killer, greed is a monster
But love is stronger, stronger than them all

White flag in hand, I don’t wanna fight
No lines in the sand, I’m on your side
Invisible, no colour life
It’s time we put our, put our, put our differences aside

Time tells no lies
It keeps changing, and ticking, and moving, then passes by
But if you’re lucky, it will be kind
Like a river flowing through time

(Like a river) let it wash you clean
(Mighty river) going up stream
(Like a river) cutting through right
(Mighty river) ’cause it never gives up
(Like a river) so full of life
(Mighty river) liquid like time
(Like a river) let it wash away
(Mighty river) the pain from yesterday

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Love is the answer, hate is a cancer
Hope of forgiveness, it waters the soul
Our blood is red, we’re not so different
‘Cause underneath our skin we’re identical

White flag in hand, we’re not gonna fight
No lines in the sand, I’m on your side
Invisible, no colour life, oh
It’s time we put our, oh, put our differences aside
We know wrong from right

Oh, time tells no lies
He keeps changing, and ticking, and moving, then passes by
But if you’re lucky, it will be kind
Oh, like a river flowing through time, oh

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(Like a river) let it wash you clean
(Mighty river) going up stream
(Like a river) cutting through right
(Mighty river) ’cause it never gives up
(Like a river) so full of life
(Mighty river) liquid like time
(Like a river) let it wash away
(Mighty river) the pain from yesterday
(Like a river) oh, oh, oh
(Mighty river) rain down on me
(Like a river) all it takes is time
(Mighty river) to heal this bloodline
(Like a river) better wash me clean
(Mighty river) get this dirt off of me, yeah
(Like a river) oh, oh, oh
(Mighty river) let it wash the pain
Oh, oh, oh yeah
(Like a river) oh, like a river
(Mighty river) mighty and better river
(Like a river) oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Mighty river) let it wash away
(Like a river) oh, oh, oh
(Mighty river) oh, all the hurt and pain
(Like a river) oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Mighty river) oh mighty river, mighty river

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Heavy Hearts in Florida

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They were people like you and me.

Students left the safety of their homes to attend school for a better future. The teachers were there to help guide them to that purpose.

It never crossed their minds that on that particular day their lives would change forever.

When we leave our homes, how many of us think that we’ll never return?

I think, none of us.

Our lives have been changed by a horrific tragedy that happened in Parkland, Florida.

Seventeen people lost their lives and another fifteen were injured, some struggling in hospitals to survive.

It must have been overwhelming for families to wait; transfixed on hearing news of whether or not their family member, child or spouse was okay.

It’s a scenario that’s happening too often.

The losses of innocent people has burdened us with heavy hearts.

I hear these news reports and it paralyzes me. I can’t believe the hate.

The angry feelings that can well-up inside someone to bring them to that level of the destruction of lives.

These are criminals with lack of empathy for others.  Monsters who have little regard for human life.

When will this end?

How will it be stopped?

To all who are suffering from this tragedy of lives lost in Parkland, Florida:

May your troubled hearts find peace and comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone.

May God’s presence ease your trembling spirit and give you rest.

He is there to cast sunlight into all of your darkened shadows,

to send encouragement through the love of friends and family,

and to replace your weariness with new hope.

Blessings to All …
Isadora
2018©Isadora De La Vega

 

John Lennon – Imagine

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Zorro

What’s in a name?

We all have one. There’s a first name, last name and, sometimes, a middle name.

Before marriage, my last name was Diaz. My Spanish name in English means day.
As a child, I was called Dori. Nicknames were common in my family. They shortened Isadora to Dora; then, chopped it up to Dori. My friends thought it was Doris. When Doris Day, the singer, became famous I thought I was famous because we had the same name. A child-like fantasy.

Everyone continued to call me Doris until I met my husband. He called me Sandy because he said I looked liked a Sandy. I thought, we probably won’t be dating too long so I went along with it.

Fast forward … now, I’m married. My husbands last name is De La Vega. I’d never thought much about it. I thought it had a royal sound. In English it means of the valley. I thought that it was a pleasant name.

Shortly after a television show aired about a character known as Zorro, we were overloaded with questions about our name and about chivalry.

1. Is your hubby a count?
No … he isn’t a count but he can count.

2. Can he help a damsel in distress?
Yes – he has helped many women when giving birth in patrol cars as a policeman.

3. Is he a gallant man?
Yes … he’s always been a gentleman. He opens car doors for women.

4. What is it like to be in the presence of a black-clad masked man?
I may have to keep this one a secret.

As you can see, a name can be of great importance when it’s being used by writers or movie makers.

Zorro (/ˈzɔːroʊ/; Spanish pronunciation: [ˈsoro] and [ˈθoro]) is a fictional character created in 1919 by New York–based pulp writer Johnston McCulley. The character has been featured in numerous books, films, a television series, and other media.
Zorro (Spanish for “fox”) is the secret identity of Don Diego de la Vega, a California nobleman and master living in the Spanish colonial era. The character has undergone changes through the years, but the typical image of him is a dashing black-clad masked outlaw who defends the people of the land against tyrannical officials and other villains. Not only is he too cunning and foxlike for the bumbling authorities to catch, but he delights in publicly humiliating them. information©wikipedia

He’s a hero that defends the people being attacked by evil doers.

Is there a story in your name?

2018©Isadora DeLaVega


Isabelle Allende, a Chilean author, in 2005 wrote about Zorro and the pulp hero Don Diego de la Vega. The novel takes the form of a biography and represents the first original story ever undertaken for the character. It represents a prequel to the original Zorro story, Johnston McCulley’s 1919 novella The Curse of Capistrano. The story incorporates details from a variety of works that have been featuring the pulp hero, including the 1998 film The Mask of Zorro.