My Friend Flicker - PicFic 6/25
Jun. 25th, 2013 08:10 am
“Put out the candle Napoleon. It’s consuming our oxygen.”
The room was a cruel accommodation for the two UNCLE agents. Lavishly furnished, it lacked only one thing: oxygen. That was running out, and in spite of the luxurious surroundings and one solitary candle, the aim of this peculiar prison cell was singularly fatal.
Napoleon looked around and took in everything, trying to find the one flaw in Duarte’s plan. Illya was thinking only of the oxygen that ebbed with each breath, and every flicker of the precious little flame.
( go to the light... )