Bandy 1:9

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Reposted from Wednesday:
Short story told in Drabble form

"Now what American game are you dragging me too?" Illya teased Napoleon.

"Illya, is that anyway to greet your partner who's is offering you a fun day?"

Winter coat, gloves, and stocking hat covered a polo shirt without a logo. The American seemed anxious for some reason about this trip.

"Let's go, the game starts in one hour."

As the car pulled into the parking lot, Illya looked at the sign announcing the game, shock showed on his face while Napoleon had a large smile beaming at his partner's surprise.

"How did you find this?"

"Research my friend, research."

Bandy 1:9

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Reposted from Wednesday:
Short story told in Drabble form

"Now what American game are you dragging me too?" Illya teased Napoleon.

"Illya, is that anyway to greet your partner who's is offering you a fun day?"

Winter coat, gloves, and stocking hat covered a polo shirt without a logo. The American seemed anxious for some reason about this trip.

"Let's go, the game starts in one hour."

As the car pulled into the parking lot, Illya looked at the sign announcing the game, shock showed on his face while Napoleon had a large smile beaming at his partner's surprise.

"How did you find this?"

"Research my friend, research."

Bandy 2:9

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The sign announced the two teams that were there for the Bandy game. In small letters under it, the Ukrainian words хокеio з м'ячем or hockey with a ball appeared. Just the sign brought back memories from Illya's childhood before the war.

Memories of playing the game with his cousins and father, the cold air turning their cheeks red, their breath filling the air, and then the hot tea mama would have ready for them went they came back in from their fun.

"I really don't understand this game so this time you need to explain it to me." Napoleon interupted his memories.

Bandy 2:9

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The sign announced the two teams that were there for the Bandy game. In small letters under it, the Ukrainian words хокеio з м'ячем or hockey with a ball appeared. Just the sign brought back memories from Illya's childhood before the war.

Memories of playing the game with his cousins and father, the cold air turning their cheeks red, their breath filling the air, and then the hot tea mama would have ready for them went they came back in from their fun.

"I really don't understand this game so this time you need to explain it to me." Napoleon interupted his memories.