Remember - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“Only two weeks now, Illya.’

Illya didn’t turn his head, but his eyes were on his partner as he took the last bite of donut.

“Two weeks until … Oh.  Yes, Christmas.”

Napoleon made a face, twisting his lips into something like disdain.

“You know very well I’m talking about Christmas.  With luck we’ll still be in New York and not out on some crazy chase across Europe.”

Illya looked thoughtful at that, recalling images.

“I don’t know, it might be nice to be overseas for Christmas.  You forget, I suppose, that is home for me.”

Napoleon did sometimes forget. 

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Where is home truly--I think it where the heart is.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

True, but the heart doesn't always follow the path we are forced to take.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

We as Yanks sometimes forget that people from other countries, though living here, still look upon their real homes still back where they came from. It can be looked at on a smalerl scale here when some us move to another state. Home is where you're were born and raised to a lot of people, no matter where they live. This was a good thing to point out. Nicely done.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks, you've caught the spirit of it as I perceived things. No matter how much we might love where we are and the people we're with, there's something about our first inkling of what home is.

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Ah, how beautifully you remind us of the different needs we all have at this time of year.