Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – The Last Letter

The house was eerily quiet. The chilly air, a reminder of her long-term estrangement from her mother.

Sorting through years of her mementos was going to be laboriously stressful. It would be easier once Monique arrived.

She opened a leather box her mother kept on her desk. Letters from France?

Angelique read the last letter:

‘Dearest,
I miss you, though your touch lingers still.
Without you, time is an empty space.
I long to hold you. My heart aches for your return.
Come back soon, Mon amour.
Je t’aime,
Pierre’

Ergo, the secret of our French names finally revealed.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt©Sandra Crook

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Spring Dawn

Every season spills its wonder upon the earth … ©flaviaSpring Dawn

Every flower
of every tomorrow
is a seed well planted
On a Winter’s day

Then, earth awakens
The wonder of another season
bringing colorful flowers
For Spring’s debut

2017©Isadora DeLaVega


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Friday Fictioneers – Flamenco Competition


“Por favor, Renaldo, can we stop all of this practicing. My feet are swollen. My toes ache.”

“Esmeralda, we must practice if we’re going to win the competition.”

“But, it’s snowing and I wish to go home while I still can.”

“The Flamenco has to be perfect; no missteps, we must be flawless.”

“Okay, go, he snarled. Work on your costume and return early tomorrow. No excuses.”

Cautiously, Esmeralda, walked to her car.

From behind she heard a scream.

Quickly, she turned and saw Renaldo sitting on the icy concrete.

With a sheepish grin, she shouted, “No practice tomorrow … right?”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:©Magaly Guerrero

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Gratitude

Although there wan’t any dinner because he’d arrived late, he felt no ill will.

Freshly brewed coffee and donuts were set out for the night. This would be enough for him.

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The street lights were a warm welcome for the oncoming damp chilly night.

The lamppost, near his favorite bench, the ideal place to secure the fine bicycle he’d found at the Salvation Army today. The boots fit him perfectly, too. He was happy the saleswoman had given him this woolen blanket as he left.

Soon sleep. And, another day would have been lived.

God, he thought, life was grand.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Jellicos Stationhouse

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Changing Marina

As soon as we approached the marina in St. Thomas, I could see his face turning red.

“Do you see this Laura Lee?”

“Yes, I do Max.”

“Things are changing. I used to love this little marina. Now, it’s always under construction and overcrowded with boats in every little space. It won’t be long before we won’t have a dock for our sailboat. I can recall when we’d be the eye candy for all who loved a good looking sailboat. Now, we can barely navigate around these obstacles.”

“Max, lookout. There’s a cruise ship coming; starboard side.”

Crunch

Man overboard.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Fatima Fakier Deria

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Hell or Opportunity


Stoic, Carmen sat in the back of the taxicab.

She scrutinized farms and gated mansions they passed.

Her parents told her she was going to the small town where her mother was raised.

But, this was her senior year.

How could they?

Why?

No answers.

Irrational gibberish about going back to her roots; her roots not mine.

“You’ll attend the Benedictine Catholic Academy: Nuestra Señora de la Valvanera.”

“Your great aunt will care for you.”

Carmen wept uncontrollable. The trauma was tearing her apart.

“How dare you question this opportunity,” her mother sneered.

“But, why?”

“Because, we know what’s best.”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

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

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Awakening Garden

Flowers - It's Spring 560   2017 ©art and photography by Isadora De La Vega

Listen to the buzzing bees
Hear the birds sing
The garden is awakening
Because It’s Spring
It’s Spring.

I ask not for a larger garden
Nor for special seeds
But, for soil to grow
Vivid flowers in Spring
In Spring.

2017 ©Isadora DeLa Vega

 La Primavera – (di Antonio Vivaldi)


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Friday Fictioneers – Muse of You

Humming, ‘Windmills of Your Mind’ ,
Hans Vansbo stood back to view the geometric precision of his latest creation.

Round like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel …

“Paragon,” he whispered to himself.

“Clearly Hans, this song from your broken relationship has influenced you more then it should.”

“I don’t have time to examine your implications”, retorted Hans.

“But will it sell?”, chimed his dealer. “You need a buyer”.

“It did sell.”

“The curator for the Sven Gallery called. It’s been purchased to be exhibited in their garden.”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: ©Jennifer Pendergast

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Sunday Song – La Vie en Rose

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of every day into a golden haze. ©Eleanor Glyn


This yellow rose was given to me by the owner of a restaurant we went to in Sarasota, Florida

called the Coolinary. We were on a Jazz Pub crawl. Yes, you read that correctly. The jazz club

we belong to has an annual week of jazz. The kick off was a Sunday afternoon outdoor venue

on the grounds of a mansion known as Phillppi Estates.

Jazz streaming from the gazebo while you sip your ice tea and enjoy

low humidity, temps around 72 and Spring-like breezes.

A dixieland jazz combo followed this event on Monday.

Wednesday was the Pub Crawl and so on through the week.

For those who aren’t familiar with a pub crawl let me describe it.

There are tickets you purchase for this. It provide a trolley –

yes, an old fashioned trolly which takes you from pub to pub.

You park your hop on and off you go. Each pub plays a different styles of jazz.

There are 12 pubs so you can walk from one pub to another.

Your ticket also provides entry into these pubs; otherwise, you would have to pay at each pub.

You do not have to drink. Personally, I would not be able to walk if I did have drinks at all of them.

Perrier works well to quench a thirst. You can eat if you’d like as well.

That’s where the Coolinary restaurant comes in. We decided to try their food.

 They’re menu: is created and driven by a healthy, clean eating philosophy.
All the meat served in their restaurant is GMO, hormone, steroid and antibiotic free.
They proudly support local farmers. In addition, they have gluten free food.

While we sipped on a glass of wine and waited for our dinner the owner

came to our table and presented me with this yellow rose.

I was thrilled. A BIG SMILE and a blown-to-him kiss followed.

Who doesn’t like an unexpected gesture like this?

During dinner we enjoyed jazz from a bluesy singer called Synia Carroll.

Since jazz is still on my mind and in honor of my rose, here’s Louie Armstrong.

Enjoy …

Isadora 🌹

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