The Randomness of Life Chapter 12~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Half-drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem.

Prompted by: Range-Finding ~Robert Frost

.

And still the bird revisited her young.

“Look out!” Napoleon cried as the chopper dove in their direction, shooting at them with a powerful .50 caliber Browning machine gun.

The bullets strafed the ground on either side of the agents.

“Do you think she is just a little pissed off?”

“Well we did destroy her nest.”

.


The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,

Angelique placed a carnation on Napoleon’s lapel, just as she had once before.

“I trust no spider this time?” He asked warily.

“No darling not quite, perhaps tonight I will be your spider and you can be my fly.”

“Where would you like to lure me, your room or mine?”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 12~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Half-drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem.

Prompted by: Range-Finding ~Robert Frost

.

And still the bird revisited her young.

“Look out!” Napoleon cried as the chopper dove in their direction, shooting at them with a powerful .50 caliber Browning machine gun.

The bullets strafed the ground on either side of the agents.

“Do you think she is just a little pissed off?”

“Well we did destroy her nest.”

.


The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,

Angelique placed a carnation on Napoleon’s lapel, just as she had once before.

“I trust no spider this time?” He asked warily.

“No darling not quite, perhaps tonight I will be your spider and you can be my fly.”

“Where would you like to lure me, your room or mine?”

A Little Drabble will do ya---Bills

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

                                                                              Bills, Bills, Bills

\

Napoleon saw the scowl on his partners face.

"What's the matter?"

"I am paying bills. I do not know why I just do not live in agents' quarters. I am never home."

Napoleon looked around. There were piles of books in over stacked bookcases, Jazz albums in a corner next to Illya's prized record player.

Illya pulled a bottle of Scotch and glasses from a shelf and vodka from the freezer.

"Where else would you store all this?"

Illya smiled at the things that were really his for the first time in his life. "Guess I will keep the apartment."

A Little Drabble will do ya---Bills

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

                                                                              Bills, Bills, Bills

\

Napoleon saw the scowl on his partners face.

"What's the matter?"

"I am paying bills. I do not know why I just do not live in agents' quarters. I am never home."

Napoleon looked around. There were piles of books in over stacked bookcases, Jazz albums in a corner next to Illya's prized record player.

Illya pulled a bottle of Scotch and glasses from a shelf and vodka from the freezer.

"Where else would you store all this?"

Illya smiled at the things that were really his for the first time in his life. "Guess I will keep the apartment."

Secretive - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“What exactly are you expecting to find here, Napoleon?”

The two UNCLE agents were foraging through a file cabinet that spanned a six foot wall.  The senior agent, Napoleon Solo, had been secretive about its contents.

“I told you, the information is Need To Know, and right now…’

Illya rolled his eyes, he knew the rest.

“Fine.  But when I find this mysterious information that I don’t need to know, how shall I recognize it?”

Napoleon stopped.  He hadn’t considered the obvious glitch in his plan.  The slump in his posture signaled impending disclosures to the waiting Russian.  

“You see…”

Secretive - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“What exactly are you expecting to find here, Napoleon?”

The two UNCLE agents were foraging through a file cabinet that spanned a six foot wall.  The senior agent, Napoleon Solo, had been secretive about its contents.

“I told you, the information is Need To Know, and right now…’

Illya rolled his eyes, he knew the rest.

“Fine.  But when I find this mysterious information that I don’t need to know, how shall I recognize it?”

Napoleon stopped.  He hadn’t considered the obvious glitch in his plan.  The slump in his posture signaled impending disclosures to the waiting Russian.  

“You see…”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Reading Material

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“What are you reading, Napoleon?”  Illya had come to Napoleon’s after work for dinner and television.  He picked the magazine up and frowned.  “Mad magazine?”  He flipped through it and snorted, “What is the purpose of this foolishness?”

Taking it from the Russian’s hand, Napoleon answered, “The ‘purpose,’ dear Illya, is laughter.  Don’t you ever read something just for fun?”

“Nyet.”

Napoleon went to his room to retrieve the TV Guide.  Upon his return he observed, “I thought you didn’t read anything so foolish as Mad Magazine.”

Illya sniffed, “I do not, but I want to read ‘Spy vs. Spy.’”    

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Reading Material

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“What are you reading, Napoleon?”  Illya had come to Napoleon’s after work for dinner and television.  He picked the magazine up and frowned.  “Mad magazine?”  He flipped through it and snorted, “What is the purpose of this foolishness?”

Taking it from the Russian’s hand, Napoleon answered, “The ‘purpose,’ dear Illya, is laughter.  Don’t you ever read something just for fun?”

“Nyet.”

Napoleon went to his room to retrieve the TV Guide.  Upon his return he observed, “I thought you didn’t read anything so foolish as Mad Magazine.”

Illya sniffed, “I do not, but I want to read ‘Spy vs. Spy.’”    

for Alynwa....re: reading material

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

for Alynwa....re: reading material

[mrua7.livejournal.com]