The Randomness of Life Chapter 35~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

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Prompted by: The Surprise~Willian Barnes

And there, with stories of harmless joys

Young Illya ran smiling, heading home to the dacha.

He’s received an award in mathematics at his school and was the envy of the other students.

Papa beamed with pride.

The bullies did not bother me today,” Illya said happily. “Perhaps they will stop?”

“We can only hope my son.”

And oh!so playsome, oh so fair!

Illya was a serious child, but this honor made him smile, much to his parent’s delight.

The boy laughed and played with his little sister, showing her the medal he’d received.

“Can I have it Illie?” Katiya pleaded.

“Of course,”he smiled. “Promise me you will be careful with it?”

“Da.”

And one skipped on a downcast face,

The next day at school Illya was set upon by the bullies, dashing his hopes at peace between them.

‘Kuryakin, your family is bourgeois elitists. You are a stuck up pig! Show off! You think you are better than us!” They shouted as they punched and kicked him.

He ran...

And oh! som playsome, oh! so fair.

Why the tears?” Mama called to him, but needed no answer when she saw her beautiful child’s bruised and bloodied face.

“I am fine,” Illya insisted, as she washed his wounds.

“We will see about this.”

“Please Mama, nyet?”

“It ends tomorrow, once and for all.” Tanya hugged him.

And one pulled on behind her heel,

Illya’s mother stormed to school the next morning with him trailing behind her.

She threatened the headmaster with a wagging finger, swearing to cut off a certain body part that he treasured.

The man promised the bullying would stop...

Illya, though embarrassed, admired the power of his mother’s words.

The Randomness of Life Chapter 35~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

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Prompted by: The Surprise~Willian Barnes

And there, with stories of harmless joys

Young Illya ran smiling, heading home to the dacha.

He’s received an award in mathematics at his school and was the envy of the other students.

Papa beamed with pride.

The bullies did not bother me today,” Illya said happily. “Perhaps they will stop?”

“We can only hope my son.”
 

And oh!so playsome, oh so fair!

Illya was a serious child, but this honor made him smile, much to his parent’s delight.

The boy laughed and played with his little sister, showing her the medal he’d received.

“Can I have it Illie?” Katiya pleaded.

“Of course,”he smiled. “Promise me you will be careful with it?”

“Da.”

And one skipped on a downcast face,

The next day at school Illya was set upon by the bullies, dashing his hopes at peace between them.

‘Kuryakin, your family is bourgeois elitists. You are a stuck up pig! Show off! You think you are better than us!” They shouted as the punched and kicked him.

He ran...
 

And oh! som playsome, oh! so fair.

Why the tears?” Mama called to him, but needed no answer when she saw her beautiful child’s bruised and bloodied face.

“I am fine,” Illya insisted, as she washed his wounds.

“We sill see about this.”

“Please Mama, nyet?”

“It ends tomorrow, once and for all.” Tanya hugged him.
 

And one pulled on behind her heel,

Illya’s mother stormed to school the next morning with him trailing behind her.

She threatened the headmaster with a wagging finger, swearing to cut off a certain body part that he treasured.

The man promised the bullying would stop...

Illya, though embarrassed, admired the power of his mother’s words.

Stymied - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“I refuse to go in there with her.”

It was undeniably the most surprising thing Kuryakin had ever encountered.

“Why not, Napoleon?  She’s female, you’re … you. This should be, as you say, a snap.”

Napoleon shook his head.  He recognized this one, and he didn’t want her to be their ‘innocent’ in this affair.

“I know her … knew her.  She won’t cooperate, and I can’t blame her.”

Now the Russian’s curiosity was on high alert.

“Just how well do you know her?”

A look came over the other man’s face that told half of the story.

“Too well.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: A Walk in the Park, A Sugar & Spies Moment

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Napoleon and Leona strolled hand in hand on the paths of Central Park near the reservoir. “Look at the mother duck and her babies!” Daddy said excitedly. “Do you know what baby ducks are called?”

“Ducklings!” shouted the three year old, “They’re delicious with ketchup and French fries!”

Napoleon burst out laughing and hunkered down to look into her face. “Really?” he chuckled.

“Yes and those are geese,” she said as she pointed to swimming birds. “They taste good at Christmas with cranberry sauce and gravy!”

Napoleon wiped tears from his face and stood up. “You are truly Papa’s daughter.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Wild Goose Chase Part 4

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“April, Mark, you okay?”

“Yeah, just a bruised ego, mate.” Mark replied, helping April out through the car door which was now pointing skywards.

“I’ll be fine, thanks,” Dancer looked to her partner, “I think you’ve been taking driving lessons from Illya.”

“Hey, not my fault this road’s terrible for driving on, talking of the devil, where is he anyway?”

“Gone on ahead, our friend came to the same fate as you farther on,” Solo replied.

“Think Illya will need any help?” April asked.

“Nah, probably frozen him in place with one of his stares.”

Then they heard a gunshot.

Wild Woman From Borneo - Part Three

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Napoleon glanced towards Illya. Reading the Americans intentions, the Russian nodded back; relieved his partner had obviously come up with some kind of plan.

“If you don’t mind, this floor is a bit hard on the knees......,” Solo started.

“Unfortunately, my partner is not as young as he used to be.” Illya said dryly, earning a glare from the American, but the banter helped to disguise their true intent.

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