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section7mfuHalf-drabbles inspired by lines from single poems
Prompted by: How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand ~Emily Dickinson
Forever from the Eye-
Ours is a precarious existence, being shot at and blown up one day, to sitting drinking wine and eating cheese along the Champs Elysees,” Illya said.
“Mais ouis, never know who’s behind us,” Napoleon answered.
“Or in front...speaking of which, I think we are being watched.”
“Here we go again.”
O'ertakenless, as the Air—
“I cannot go a step farther, leave me,” the Russian said.
“Hang in my friend, we’re almost there.” Napoleon smiled.
“Seriously, must I go to Coney Island with you?”
“They have the best hot dogs...Nathan’s Famous, come on Illya?”
“Honestly Napoleon, your epicurien preferences leave much to be desired.”
without a syllable-
Theirs was a unique relationship; reading each other with no words needed.
Now there wasn’t a choice; be silent or die.
Illya lay in the snow on a lonely part of the ski slope, his ankle broken.
To call out meant death from above.. avalanche.
Would Napoleon sense his predicament?
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