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The phone rang. She whispered, “Hello,”. “Nereida, meet me at our usual spot at the beach by  the wooden bench.” ~~~~~~ Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they’d met. He was walking with a metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky. He had glanced her way.   “Do you always photograph people passing by?” he said. “No, only the…

Peacefulness surrounds me as I hear a songbird’s trill ….  I drift away so peacefully. No peace is greater than the one within yourself … be peaceful. There are times to be quiet, and time … to be peaceful 2024©Isadora DeLaVega ~~~~~~~~~~ Crimson Creative Challenge – #283 for rules and to join in click here Genre: Poem Photo Prompt: Crispina Kemp Word Count: 36 words

Look at meYou may think you see who I amBut you’ll never know meEvery day, it’s as if I play a partNow, I seeIf I wear a maskI can fool the worldBut I cannot fool my heartWho is that girl I see staring straight back at me?When will my reflection showWho am I inside?I am now in a world,where I have to hide my heart,And what I believe inBut, somehow, I will show the worldWhat’s inside my heartAnd…

Mom, Can we go out and play? Have you finished your chores? Oh yes, we even did our homework. Then, go on out, but come in for lunch. Their mom shouted for the boys to come in for lunch a short time later. Panting with excitement, they pulled at their mom’s hand. Please come see the great tree house we’re making. Reluctantly, she followed them.  What makes you think this is a tree house?…

It was a hot August summer night. We sat around the fire pit drinking, watching the flames shoot toward the sky. Carlton’s eyes had an evil glow as big as the flames. He looked sinister. He started telling tales of folklore horrors. He always ended with burying the body under the shed floor. I bury them there because I want to return and unbury them one day. “You’re sick, Carlton!” “All I can…

I spent time building something that could not be created. You showed me I had counted on the illusion of my heart. Perhaps it’s time to say goodbye, my love, words you dare not want to hear.  Our lives together can’t be built on crumbly silt of sand. It would fall upon itself, persisting in the dream we believed it would succeed. It’s hard to distinguish whether our world is a reality or a…

Emergence II 2023©IsadoraDeLaVega Emergence I 2023©Isadora DeLaVega ~~~~~~~~~~ Crispina’s Crimson Challenge – #249 for rules and to join in click the link below Crimson’s Creative Challenge #249

CCC – Reflections of Mother Earth

Nature is painting for us … day after day… pictures of infinite beauty©anonymous Reflections of Mother Earth 2022©Crspina Kemp This photograph above is in response to Crispina’s Crimson Challenge photo below. Enjoy … ~~~~~~~~~ Crimson Creative Challenge – #202 to join in click here and read below Every Wednesday Crispina will post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with…