Fine - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Two bodies were strewn across a gravel path.  Neither of them were moving and there was a bloody rivulet running away from them, the color clearing with the rain that propelled it.

Napoleon Solo hesitated, noted the blond hair of one man, then sighed in relief as he realized the body was not Illya's.  The dead man was too large, too tall.

"So where are you my friend?"  He let the words escape in hopes of an answer.

A rustling sound.

A low groan.

Napoleon turned. following the sound with his eyes.

He saw him.

Illya was fine.

Always fine.

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

According to him, always fine

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hooray! A tense setting but a happy ending. Good one!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

You get so much tension into so few words. Wonderful.

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Great atmosphere here, really tense and I can really hear Napoleon trying to convince himself in the last line.

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

I sense the sad undertone to this. He grouses about the little injuries. He's "fine" with more severe ones. *sigh*

[vysila.livejournal.com]

You packed a lot into very few words!