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section7mfuChallenge: The Short Affair
-Prompt Word #1 - Figure
-Prompt Colour – Black
Author: mrua7
Title: Soft Touch
Word count: Approximately 775
Melody Harris was a pretty high school age girl who’d gotten herself pulled into the middle of a THRUSH plot.
Much to Napoleon Solo’s dismay, he had to thwart said plot and rescue the innocent young damsel in distress. He managed both, thank goodness. Though the dress shop in which it all took place, along with its contents, was pretty much demolished.
“Gosh Mr. Solo I can’t thank you enough for saving me, it was just awful. Will you look at this?” She pointed to her lovely pale pink chiffon dress. “It’s ruined. I’ll never get to go to the prom now.”
Napoleon remembered his own prom, a rather tense but delightful experience and one he wouldn’t have missed now for all the tea in China, so why shouldn't Melody?
The night of the dance, there was a knock at her parent’s door followed by the ringing of the bell. Melody was sitting on the sofa, looking forlorn as her father answered it.
“Delivery for Miss Harris.”
Dad signed for the rather large box. “Gee what could it be be? It’s addressed to you Melody.”
“For me?”
“Open it and see honey.”
After removing the lid and sifting through the layers of white tissue, she held up the most beautiful pink gown she’d ever laid her eyes on!” There was a brief moment of excitement on her face, but it quickly changed to a frown again.
“What’s wrong? You can go to the prom now right?”
“I don’t have a date. I told Tommy I couldn’t go, so he was scooped up by that gold digger Andrea King. She thinks she just so much better than everyone else! She just loved the fact that I couldn’t go...to watch her be crowned prom queen, that's what she bragged will happen. Can you imagine that? She’s been tormenting me me about it all week long. Ewww, I can’t stand her!”
“Well, shame to waste such a pretty dress. Why don’t you just go try it on so mom and I can see how you look? Do it for us.”
“I don’t know who it’s from. Did you buy it for me dad?”
“Never mind honey, just hurry up and change. I want to take your picture.”
The girl quickly dressed, pinning up her blonde hair with the help of her mother, who let just a few strands of hair fall down in ringlets, haloing the teen’s face. Her mother proceeded to apply a subtle touch of rouge and lipstick to add a finishing touch.
“Oh my, don’t you look all grown up. Will you look at that figure of yours? I’d give my eye teeth to have a waistline like that again.”Mom did all she could to fight back her tears, and blew her nose into her hankie after dabbing her eyes.
The doorbell rang for a second time, and the visitor was let in by Melody’s father. Standing there at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in a handsomely fitted tuxedo and holding a boxed corsage, was none other than Napoleon Solo.
A black limousine stood curbside in front of the house, with a certain Russian dressed as a chauffeur sitting behind the wheel. He didn’t look pleased, though he knew this was one of Napoleon’s nicer ideas. Solo did have a soft side, and for that reason Illya forgave being dragged into this.
He could always go to a local jazz club while waiting to pick them up. For once it wouldn’t be a late night for Solo as Illya knew his partner would never rock the cradle...or was that rob the cradle? No this was something being done out of the goodness of Napoleon’s heart.
“Melody I think your date has arrived sweetheart,” her father smiled. He knew the plan ahead of time.
The girl was speechless as her corsage was pinned to her shoulder.
“Shall we?” Napoleon smiled at her as he offered her is arm.
“Wow,” the girl whispered as she was escorted out to the limo. “Andrea King is going to just eat her heart out...I can’t tell her you’re a spy though, can I? Hey maybe she works for the bad guys and and ruined the shop and my dress on purpose."
“I doubt that. And no, not a good idea telling her about me. How about you brag to her that I’m a hollywood movie star.” Solo took a John Barrymore profile style pose.
“Well you do sort of look like one,” Melody giggled.
“Because of the way I’m dressed?”
“No your face. There’s an actor on the television, on dad’s favorite show, it’s called ‘The Lieutenant.”
Napoleon shrugged. “Works for me. What’s the actor’s name?”
“Umm, I’m not sure...Robert something?”
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Date: 2015-09-28 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-28 05:08 pm (UTC)I could totally see Napoleon doing something like this.
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Date: 2015-09-28 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-09-28 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-28 05:10 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2015-09-28 05:35 pm (UTC)Another good point is Illya allowing himself to be drafted as chaffeur. I hope it was as good an jazz as he deserved. Another quotable bit is Illya knew his partner would never rock the cradle..or was that rob the cradle..
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Date: 2015-09-28 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-09-29 03:34 pm (UTC)Thanks for the sighing and giggling. Glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2015-09-29 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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