Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – The Interview

Dancing was on her mind all the time. Magda was obsessed with the idea of becoming an Alvin Ailey jazz dancer. She disliked practicing ballet for posture or tap for flexibility. The movements bored to tears. Jazz had a rhythm all its own.

She told her parents about moving to Hollywood after graduation. They tried to discourage her by saying she was foolish.

Entering the agency, she was awestruck by the photos on the walls.

Mr. W asked, How big a star do you want to be?

Musicals big, Magda replied.

There’s a price, you know.

Reality hit, Magda shuddered.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Woed Count: 100

Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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***** I’ve had no internet for this past week. Our rainy season is here causing issues. If I missed your story from last week, I’ll be sure to read it this week. Be Safe … Isadora 😎


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Never Forget

Don’t forget to glance up from your keyboard

and see how blue the sky is now and then.

Don’t forget to put away your cell phone

and spend time alone with a paintbrush or pen.

Don’t forget to seek the sound of silence

and let the daily traffic rush on by.

Remember that the secret of success is 

how happily you climb and not how high.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega


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Turbulent Ocean Waves

Your minds like a sailboat 

floating with the wind.

Sailing across the water

of euphoric waves.

Turbulent ocean currents,

at times, control the way.

Negative thoughts, 

trapping your days.

But in time, buoyant and carefree

give rise to peaceful signs.

Erasing negative thinking,

as the waves settle down.

Our journey is for serene days, 

our hearts ever-yearning for calm.

Soon, we will be sneering at

these turbulent times.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega

 


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Nothing to Fear

Life is our journey,

we’re on a new path.

Our moments stolen,

from microbes unknown.

Are we willing to

accept our obstacles?

To travel fearless,

along our roads.

Aspects of life, 

are changing,

to coursed places,

strange and new.

Hide all your fears,

there’s nothing to fear,

I’m always with you.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

 


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Friday Fictioneers – The Rendezvous

 

The phone rang.

Hello, she whispered.

“Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”

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Memories from the first time they met, rapidly flooded her mind. 

He was walking along the shore with a metal detector.

She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky.

He glanced her way.

‘Do you always photograph people passing by?’ he said.

‘No, she replied, blushing.’

Thus, the beginning of a whirlwind romance.

He found an antique timepiece that day; her wedding gift.

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“I’ll bring the Bordeaux, he quickly added.”

“I can’t wait.”

She hung up the phone and smiled.

I wonder who that was?

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Na’ama Yehuda

 

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Are You Prejudice?

We’d all like to think that we’re open-minded and care about all of humanity.

I’ll be the first one to say, I believe we should all be treated the same despite age, race, color, or religious belief.

I may not always understand other people but I take the time to ask questions about whatever it is I don’t know

about the individual person and don’t make assumptions; perhaps, it may come from my own personal experiences. 

I wrote the following story in 2004. It still rings true today.

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Open your Mind – Open your Heart

I stand at the sink in the restroom, and stare into the mirror.

Sweating profusely and red-faced, after finishing two hours of grueling work, my display is ready for the private showing and sale of my handmade art jewelry at the Sarasota Yacht and Country Club.

A feeling of relief covers my face when I ask the director from the club committee if there is someplace I can change and freshen up. She takes me to a well-equipped bathroom where I can shower and dress before the ladies arrive for the luncheon.

The chatty director tells me, the bathroom is used by the women, after their golf games. They can shower and change if they are staying for lunch.

It was incredible to see fluffy white towels folded and waiting for the next person to come in and use them. After a refreshing shower and a new outfit, I was ready to enter the country club to begin my art lecture.

As I gathered my things, an elegantly dressed woman enters the bathroom. I turn and smile as the woman goes into one of the stalls, only to find her stepping back out rather quickly. She approaches me.

“Would you put some toilet tissue in that second stall? There isn’t any inside the container; she says in an annoyed tone, then, the woman scurries off into another bathroom stall.”

Flabbergasted, I question myself on what I heard.

Has she just told me to replace the toilet paper in an empty toilet paper holder?

Yes. Without a doubt, she had. 

A cold chill radiates through her body. My mind goes to places I do not want it to go. Emotions begin to rise in me.

Why is this woman assuming I’m hired help? 

Eventually, the woman is standing beside me at the bathroom sink.

“Have you gotten the toilet tissue for that stall yet?”, she says disapprovingly.

Taken aback by the incredulous words this woman is saying to me, I manage to tell her that I’m not a worker at the country club. Though I’m overwhelmed by this insulting woman, I gather-myself together enough to put into words that I’m the featured artist/lecturer for the luncheon.

The embarrassed woman stammers in an effort to find words to express herself. None seem to come her way. She blew a not-so-sincere apology and exited the bathroom as quickly as she could.

I stand frozen for what seems like a lifetime. Reflections of how far in the world we’ve come all disappear in one moment. My thoughts keep repeating, we are still in the days of repressive domination.

Nationality, color, and ethnicities are still prevalent in the minds of some upper-class white people. Unfortunately, this is a harsh reality that I did not expect on this very auspicious day. I’d been selected from a great many artistic jewelers to give a lecture at a country club luncheon. It was an invitation my peers had let me know they coveted.

With my shoulders back and a deep cleansing breath, I leave the bathroom and head for the lecture hall.

I would complete my task of lecturing on ‘Designer Jewelry in the Art World.’

Regardless of what the thoughts of others might be, I will stand proud in the power of my place in the art world as a Latina woman. I will engage the women at the luncheon with my knowledge of my art form. Hopefully, on this day, I will be able to educate someone on the proper way to treat other people of any kind, even hired help.

2020©Isadora Delavega

 

 


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Friday Fictioneers – The Window

George stares out the window. He doesn’t read anymore, not even the paper; no television either. Just watches the joggers running; the seasons changing. 

Been like that since they found Rhonda brutally murdered in the alley behind the ‘Honk-If-Your from Texas’ bar. 

He’d sit at the bar talking to Rhonda, great gal with a chest to match.

George eats, sleeps, and stares out the lace-curtained window in the hope he sees her.

His meals are tasteless.

His bills paid.

He sits waiting for the day he’ll see Rhonda again, not much hope alone in a padded cell.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Rochelle Wisoff- Fields

 

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Weekend Humor – 6

The Helicopter Ride

Bill and his wife Blanche go to the state fair every year.

Every year, Bill would say, “Blanche, I’d like to ride in that helicopter.”

Blanche always replied, “I know Bill but that helicopter ride is fifty bucks,

and fifty bucks is fifty bucks!”

One year Bill and Blanche went to the fair, and Bill said,

“Blanche, I’m 75 years old, if I don’t ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance.”

To this, Blanche replied, “Bill that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, and fifty bucks is fifty bucks.”

The pilot overheard the couple and said, “Folks I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and don’t say a word I won’t charge you a penny but if you say one word it’s fifty bucks.”

Bill and Blanche agreed; so up they went.

The pilot did all kinds of fancy maneuvers, but not a word was heard.

He did his daredevil tricks over and over again but still not a word.

When they landed, the pilot turned to Bill and said, “By golly, I did everything

I could to get you to yell out, but you didn’t. I’m impressed! “

Bill replied, “Well, to tell you the truth I almost said something when

Blanche fell out, but you know, Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!“

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Todays Thought:

Senior Texting: LMDO – laughing my dentures out

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During our current crisis, media has become our way of communicating.

To brighten up your spirits, here is a silly bit of humor.

If you have a post with something humorous, be sure to leave it in the comment area.

I’m always up for a laugh or two. I hope you are too.

LOLOL … have a Happy Week 😎

Isadora 😎