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

[vysila.livejournal.com]

You packed a lot into very few words!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Drabbles hone the quest to make every word count. Thank you for your comment :)