Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Her Name is Ruby

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She’s pensive. 

He wonders if she’s unhappy with the long stem red roses. The florist had assured him that all women loved red roses. 

She seems deep in thought. 

He was hoping for a big smile and the touch of her soft hand on his. Instead, I’m feeling the Cabernet slide down my tightly muscled throat. Dating is difficult, but meeting for the first time in person instead of on Face Time felt awkward.

Ruby wondered if he could feel her angst.

She loathed her name. She was tired of being told it was an intense color. The only thing she felt strongly about was her angry resentment for her mother. She was a prostitute who wore ruby red colors because the men she accompanied prized the color, especially on her curvy body.

Was this a joke my mother played on me?

The name Ruby means nothing to me. It’s the color of blood, a sign of death. A death I would take pleasure in if it just happened to her by chance.

 Yes, red long-stemmed roses from Randolph would have been lovely if she didn’t hate the color.

Smiling, she squeezes Randolph’s hand. “Thank you for the lovely flowers. You shouldn’t have”.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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The Positive of Negatives

On those particularly rough days,

when you’re not sure if you can possibly endure,

remind yourself, that your track record of bad days,

is being outweighed by your good days …

2022©Isadora De La Vega


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Sunday Song – The Interview with God

People may not remember what you said,

but they will remember how you made them feel ….!!!

What happens in heaven? 

Will I sit on a cloud? 

Is walking or talking 

Or jumping allowed? 

Will I be on my own? 

Or with some of my friends? 

Does it go on forever? 

Or eventually, end? 

What happens in heaven? 

Will I play a harp’s strings? 

I can’t play piano 

I can’t even sing. 

Who chooses the music? 

That angels inspire? 

Who does the auditions? 

For the heavenly choir? 

What happens in heaven? 

Are the streets paved with gold? 

Is it crowded with people? 

Who’s incredibly old? 

Will I know who I am? 

Will I know what I’m called? 

If I pinch myself hard 

Will I feel it at all? 

What happens in heaven? 

Do I go through a gate? 

What if I get myself lost 

Or turn up too late? 

Is my name on a list? 

Is the gatekeeper nice? 

Can you sneak in for nothing? 

Or is there a price?

2021©anonymous


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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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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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A Child is Born

Ablaze 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

The urban sunrise was brilliant.

They enjoyed breakfast on the patio.

A game of chess in the garden was their plan for later that afternoon.

Suddenly, a cramp caused her body to flinch. 

The intense suffering of childbirth had begun.

A precious child would be joining them soon.

Their lack of experience weighed heavy, draining their emotions. 

They felt anxious; yet, they had been waiting months for this moment.

With tear-filled eyes, she grasped his hand and flinched again.

The physical pain would soon reward them with a glorious gift.

The gift will fill their hearts with immeasurable love and happiness.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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


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Sunday Song – Reflection

Midnight Call                        2021©Isadora De La Vega

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful;

They are the sunshine, food, and medicine for the soul.©LutherBurbank

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Medicine for the Soul – Great Quotes 


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Père’s Unfulfilled Wish

Brigitte exhaled as she came upon the Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne. 

Pensively she said, “Père would have been tearful. He carried painful memories of the war in his heart.” 

“Henri, why did you die before you could find peace?”

Mère had never spoken about those times, nor did Père 

After the funeral, I promised Mère I’d bring her here. Now, she’d find peace for both of them.

As I looked at the inside of this beautiful cathedral, it was difficult to imagine the terror they felt during the revolution. They survived because of this church.

Mère sat with closed eyes and prayed.

She never awoke. 

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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***** Research led me to the information that Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne de Dijon was a cathedral built in 13th and 14th century France.