The Face in the Fog ~ chapter 6

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Illya staggered against the wall,  glaring at her as he put his hand to his side, and came away with blood on it.

“You stabbed me? Was that really necessary?”

“Shut your mouth. You’re lucky I didn’t drive the blade in deeper Kuryakin.”

He glanced at her grasp on the the knife, remembering her narcissistic vanity. “You know they make creams that will fade those age spots.”  

She looked down, touching the back of her hand with concern. “Age spots?”  

“Yes, you really should do something about them, as they give the impression you are much older than you are.”

The Face in the Fog ~ chapter 6

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Illya staggered against the wall,  glaring at her as he put his hand to his side, and came away with blood on it.

“You stabbed me? Was that really necessary?”

“Shut your mouth. You’re lucky I didn’t drive the blade in deeper Kuryakin.”

He glanced at her grasp on the the knife, remembering her narcissistic vanity. “You know they make creams that will fade those age spots.”  

She looked down, touching the back of her hand with concern. “Age spots?”  

“Yes, you really should do something about them, as they give the impression you are much older than you are.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Fog

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Illya awoke in his studio and even though the sun wouldn’t rise for another hour, he could see fog outside.  Fog is an agent’s best friend, he thought as he showered and dressed.

Napoleon awoke and discovered his penthouse view hidden behind a fog curtain.  As he left for the office he thought, I hope this burns off soon.

The partners met in the Commissary coffee line.  “Lousy morning,” Napoleon groused.

Illya grinned.  “I disagree; a foggy morning saved my life during a mission in London years before I met you.”

Napoleon replied, “I guess that changes my opinion slightly.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Fog

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Illya awoke in his studio and even though the sun wouldn’t rise for another hour, he could see fog outside.  Fog is an agent’s best friend, he thought as he showered and dressed.

Napoleon awoke and discovered his penthouse view hidden behind a fog curtain.  As he left for the office he thought, I hope this burns off soon.

The partners met in the Commissary coffee line.  “Lousy morning,” Napoleon groused.

Illya grinned.  “I disagree; a foggy morning saved my life during a mission in London years before I met you.”

Napoleon replied, “I guess that changes my opinion slightly.”

A little Drabble will do ya--Bowling.

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Once more Napoleon wants to introduce his partner to a bit of Americana:


( Read more. about Illya's introduction to Americana )

A little Drabble will do ya--Bowling.

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Once more Napoleon wants to introduce his partner to a bit of Americana:


( Read more. about Illya's introduction to Americana )

The Randomness of Life Chapter 11~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Prompted by : Assault~Edna St. Vincent Millay

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At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

Tanks and lorries lumbered past the small red dacha the
Kuryakin family called home.

Tanya held her children, with her mother in law. The
house shook with the rumblings outside and little Illya
broke free, running to the window.

“What are they?”

“Do not look upon death Illuyshenka,” Babushka whispered.

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From one house to another!

Germans went from one home to another, pounding on doors, taking
husbands, uncles and brothers.  

It was rumored there was a  camp outside Kyiv...

Illya prayed they would be passed by, and somehow they were though
luckily his father and brother were with the partisans.  

They were safe for now...

The Randomness of Life Chapter 11~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Prompted by : Assault~Edna St. Vincent Millay

.
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

Tanks and lorries lumbered past the small red dacha the
Kuryakin family called home.

Tanya held her children, with her mother in law. The
house shook with the rumblings outside and little Illya
broke free, running to the window.

“What are they?”

“Do not look upon death Illuyshenka,” Babushka whispered.

.

From one house to another!

Germans went from one home to another, pounding on doors, taking
husbands, uncles and brothers.  

It was rumored there was a  camp outside Kyiv...

Illya prayed they would be passed by, and somehow they were though
luckily his father and brother were with the partisans.  

They were safe for now...