A Little Drabble Do Ya: The Holidays are Coming!

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“We’re coming into my favorite time of the year, Illya.  Late October through December makes me happy.”

His new partner looked up from his mission report.  “Why is that?”

“During Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s we celebrate fun, food, family and friends; the Four Fs of Life.  You’ll see.”

Furrowing his brows, Illya asked, “What do you mean?  How?”

Napoleon smiled.  “Because working or not, we’ll be together and I am making it my personal mission to acclimate you to American holidays.”

“These holidays exist in England, Napoleon.  They are celebrated there.”

“Not like they are in the USA.”   

A Little Drabble Do Ya: The Holidays are Coming!

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“We’re coming into my favorite time of the year, Illya.  Late October through December makes me happy.”

His new partner looked up from his mission report.  “Why is that?”

“During Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s we celebrate fun, food, family and friends; the Four Fs of Life.  You’ll see.”

Furrowing his brows, Illya asked, “What do you mean?  How?”

Napoleon smiled.  “Because working or not, we’ll be together and I am making it my personal mission to acclimate you to American holidays.”

“These holidays exist in England, Napoleon.  They are celebrated there.”

“Not like they are in the USA.”   

The Randomness of Life Chapter 13~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Prompted by: Sonnet On An Alpine Night ~Dorothy Parker
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Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,

He poured another glass of champagne for her as he gazed into her familiar, lively blue eyes.

“Napoleon, I really shouldn’t. I’ll get tipsy.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“My darling, you may think that with your many female admirers, but after all, I am your Aunt,” Amy chided him.

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When Beauty, still and suppliant at last,

“Darling, another glass of champagne, I really couldn’t. One

would think you’re trying to get me just a little tipsy.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Ah but you could work your charms on me and get me to go to bed with you,” Angelique purred.

“And this is something new?”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 13~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Prompted by: Sonnet On An Alpine Night ~Dorothy Parker
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Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,

He poured another glass of champagne for her as he gazed into her familiar, lively blue eyes.

“Napoleon, I really shouldn’t. I’ll get tipsy.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“My darling, you may think that with your many female admirers, but after all, I am your Aunt,” Amy chided him.

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When Beauty, still and suppliant at last,

“Darling, another glass of champagne, I really couldn’t. One

would think you’re trying to get me just a little tipsy.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Ah but you could work your charms on me and get me to go to bed with you,” Angelique purred.

“And this is something new?”

The Face in the Fog chapter 12

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link to chapter 11: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/138624.html  
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“Monsieur Solo?”

“Oui?”

“Pour vous.” One of them held another envelope.

“Merci.” Solo snatched it, quickly tearing it open.

“Go to the water,
where the men stand tall
Fishing around, but
don’t slip and fall.”

“Crap.” It had to be the Seine? Where? It was a long river...

He returned to the taxi, asking if there was a favorite fishing spot nearby.

“Oui,  Pont d'Iena right here.

The fishermen were gone, but the driver pointed him to a dark arched opening at the esplanade below the bridge.

Napoleon turned, growling with frustration. A wild goose chase?

The Face in the Fog chapter 12

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“Monsieur Solo?”

“Oui?”

“Pour vous.” One of them held another envelope.

“Merci.” Solo snatched it, quickly tearing it open.

“Go to the water,
where the men stand tall
Fishing around, but
don’t slip and fall.”

“Crap.” It had to be the Seine? Where? It was a long river...

He returned to the taxi, asking if there was a favorite fishing spot nearby.

“Oui,  Pont d'Iena right here.

The fishermen were gone, but the driver pointed him to a dark arched opening at the esplanade below the bridge.

Napoleon turned, growling with frustration. A wild goose chase?

Falling Leaves and Russians - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Would you look at the color in those trees!”

Napoleon Solo was standing in the doorway of a large house as he scanned the scene, but not with an eye for its beauty.  There was a sniper in the woods, and UNCLE was charged with keeping the owner of the house safe.

“Did you notice a very dark shadow among the yellows and reds?”

Napoleon nodded, his astute observational skills had found their man, as had his partner.

“Yes, do you have him?”

Illya examined the limb he occupied and leaped soundlessly from his perch, landing squarely atop the would-be assassin.

Falling Leaves and Russians - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Would you look at the color in those trees!”

Napoleon Solo was standing in the doorway of a large house as he scanned the scene, but not with an eye for its beauty.  There was a sniper in the woods, and UNCLE was charged with keeping the owner of the house safe.

“Did you notice a very dark shadow among the yellows and reds?”

Napoleon nodded, his astute observational skills had found their man, as had his partner.

“Yes, do you have him?”

Illya examined the limb he occupied and leaped soundlessly from his perch, landing squarely atop the would-be assassin.