PicFic 11/13

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Mirror Image

"Napoleon, if you spend much more of your time staring into that mirror, I am going to have to believe the members of the secretarial pool who say that you are quite vain."

"They say I'm vain?"

"Not all of of them, but yes, some do. Then again, some of them also say that since I am not personally attracted to them that must mean that I have the sex drive of a snowman."

"So obviously their viewpoints aren't to be trusted in all matters."

"Obviously. However, I have been watching you as you have been studying yourself, my friend. Might I ask what you are doing?"

"You know I have a birthday coming up soon."

"Yes. Rumor has it that you had one last year at around this time as well."

"Smart-alecky Russian."

"American stating the obvious."

chuckle

"Okay - I walked into that one."

"Seriously, Napoleon - is something wrong?"

"Just trying to figure myself out, chum. Where I am and who I am? Not exactly what I had pictured for myself when I was a lad. I guess I'm wondering what happened to change it."

"John Lennon wrote a lyric that goes something like 'life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans.' The world moves around us whether we approve of the movement or not. As we deal, we change. Sometimes in small ways, sometimes in large ones. but one drop of water at a time eventually formed the Grand Canyon, yes?"

"That was rather profound."

"Is it getting another year closer to mandatory retirement? I could go into the Records Department and alter dates, you know. It would solve my quandary on what to get you for your birthday."

"What? You're willing to become the older partner?"

"Nonsense. If I go to the trouble of breaking in to change your recorded year of birth, I will simply change my own as well."

"Keep the status quo, so to speak?"

"Of course. But eventually, we will be forced to surrender to the calendar."

"Forced?"

"Yes. If we keep altering the years of our births, we will eventually make it appear that April is older than we are."

"She'd shoot us. I see your point."

"Leave use of the mirror for shaving and combing. Use other mirrors for your other questions."

"What other mirrors?"

"Myself, Mark, April - any of us would tell you what we see when we look at you, Napoleon."

"Would you always tell me the truth?"

"Perhaps not always. But I will always tell you what you need to hear. Come. I think this is a night that calls for a good meal and a stiff drink."

"That sounds like an excellent idea. After you, tovarich."

PicFic 11/13

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Mirror Image

"Napoleon, if you spend much more of your time staring into that mirror, I am going to have to believe the members of the secretarial pool who say that you are quite vain."

"They say I'm vain?"

"Not all of of them, but yes, some do. Then again, some of them also say that since I am not personally attracted to them that must mean that I have the sex drive of a snowman."

"So obviously their viewpoints aren't to be trusted in all matters."

"Obviously. However, I have been watching you as you have been studying yourself, my friend. Might I ask what you are doing?"

"You know I have a birthday coming up soon."

"Yes. Rumor has it that you had one last year at around this time as well."

"Smart-alecky Russian."

"American stating the obvious."

chuckle

"Okay - I walked into that one."

"Seriously, Napoleon - is something wrong?"

"Just trying to figure myself out, chum. Where I am and who I am? Not exactly what I had pictured for myself when I was a lad. I guess I'm wondering what happened to change it."

"John Lennon wrote a lyric that goes something like 'life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans.' The world moves around us whether we approve of the movement or not. As we deal, we change. Sometimes in small ways, sometimes in large ones. but one drop of water at a time eventually formed the Grand Canyon, yes?"

"That was rather profound."

"Is it getting another year closer to mandatory retirement? I could go into the Records Department and alter dates, you know. It would solve my quandary on what to get you for your birthday."

"What? You're willing to become the older partner?"

"Nonsense. If I go to the trouble of breaking in to change your recorded year of birth, I will simply change my own as well."

"Keep the status quo, so to speak?"

"Of course. But eventually, we will be forced to surrender to the calendar."

"Forced?"

"Yes. If we keep altering the years of our births, we will eventually make it appear that April is older than we are."

"She'd shoot us. I see your point."

"Leave use of the mirror for shaving and combing. Use other mirrors for your other questions."

"What other mirrors?"

"Myself, Mark, April - any of us would tell you what we see when we look at you, Napoleon."

"Would you always tell me the truth?"

"Perhaps not always. But I will always tell you what you need to hear. Come. I think this is a night that calls for a good meal and a stiff drink."

"That sounds like an excellent idea. After you, tovarich."

The Randomness of Life Chapter 15~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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half-drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem, some may be random, and some tell a story...

Prompted by: The Sorrow Of Love ~William Butler Yeats

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Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

It was a fine soft night as Napoleon Solo sat alone on his terrace; the din of concrete and brick city below, calling to him. Something was missing...

He longed for tall green trees, growing free; and yearned for their sheltering peace with
no one hiding behind them, shooting at him.

.

And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Napoleon rose softly from this goddess’s  bed; it was late. He had spent the evening making love to a beautiful woman, whose name he had already forgotten.

Her’s was such a face that could launch a thousand ships. Yet they were but mere ships that passed in the night...

Sigh.
.


Could but compose man's image and his cry.

Young Illya stared at the moon in the sky, listening as the
leaves rustled their last lamentation before falling in surrender
to Father Frost and the Snow Maiden.

There would be no joy at their coming, only cold... hunger.

The child missed his family, and cried at their passing.

The Randomness of Life Chapter 15~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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half-drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem, some may be random, and some tell a story...

Prompted by: The Sorrow Of Love ~William Butler Yeats

.

Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

It was a fine soft night as Napoleon Solo sat alone on his terrace; the din of concrete and brick city below, calling to him. Something was missing...

He longed for tall green trees, growing free; and yearned for their sheltering peace with
no one hiding behind them, shooting at him.

.

And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Napoleon rose softly from this goddess’s  bed; it was late. He had spent the evening making love to a beautiful woman, whose name he had already forgotten.

Her’s was such a face that could launch a thousand ships. Yet they were but mere ships that passed in the night...

Sigh.
.


Could but compose man's image and his cry.

Young Illya stared at the moon in the sky, listening as the
leaves rustled their last lamentation before falling in surrender
to Father Frost and the Snow Maiden.

There would be no joy at their coming, only cold... hunger.

The child missed his family, and cried at their passing.

A Drabble a Day Discussions of life--Trust

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Captured and Surrounded, what to do
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"Well my friend, it's been a good fight but we're surrounded, without ammo, and no way to get out of here. So what do you want to do?"

"I have followed you all over the world why change now."

Napoleon smiled at the trust his partner had in him. "Then guess we'll surrender."

Illya smile spread, "And then?"

They raised their hands and were immediately surrounded.

"Six to one, good odds," Illya whispered.

After a fury of fists, kicks, and gunshots, the UNCLE agents were the only ones standing.

"Thanks for your confidence and trust."

"Always, after all we are partners."

A Drabble a Day Discussions of life--Trust

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Captured and Surrounded, what to do
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"Well my friend, it's been a good fight but we're surrounded, without ammo, and no way to get out of here. So what do you want to do?"

"I have followed you all over the world why change now."

Napoleon smiled at the trust his partner had in him. "Then guess we'll surrender."

Illya smile spread, "And then?"

They raised their hands and were immediately surrounded.

"Six to one, good odds," Illya whispered.

After a fury of fists, kicks, and gunshots, the UNCLE agents were the only ones standing.

"Thanks for your confidence and trust."

"Always, after all we are partners."