A Little Drabble Do Ya: Guess What? A Sugar & Spies Drabble

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“Daddy, guess what?” Leona asked as Napoleon came through the front door.

He kissed her and said, “What?”

“Tomorrow is the Fourth of July! ‘Merica’s birthday!”

“America and yes, I know. Papa and I have the day off and we’ll be barbecuing on the terrace. Aunt April and Uncle Mark will be here, too. Hi, Papa.”

“Hello. I called the Greers to let them know we are staying home since we must work Friday.”

“I’m hungry, Daddy. So is Papa.”

“I’ll start dinner. Guess what, Leona?”

“What?”

“Papa’s going to help cook tomorrow!”

“What?”

“Time to learn to cook, Papa.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 48~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 6/19

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Prompted by: The Tramps ~Robert Service

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Along the road to Anywhere, the wide world at our feet --

Alexander Waverly sat beside his old friend, now too feeble to move.

He sat staring into space, listening as a book was read or a story recounted.

Those gentle reminders were needed  now to remember the past

all the glories and failures they shared.

Carlo closed his eyes, trying to recall the details.

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Along the road to Anywhere we watched the sunsets pale?

It pained Alexander to see his friend slowly fading away; a man once vibrant and sharp as a blade.  He helped found U.N.C.L.E. so many years ago, and now he was disappearing one memory at a time until he no longer knew those around him.

Carlo was lost.

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The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years ago.

He died while Alex held his hand, giving strength for one last journey down the longest road of all.

“You’ll find peace when you reach your destination old friend," Waverly whispered as Carlo took his last fragile breath.

Would this be his end as well? Would there be a hand to hold his?

Independence Day - A Double Drabble Do Ya

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New York City was lit up with celebrations as people indulged in fireworks displays honoring Independence Day.  Illya Kuryakin had been hesitant to accept any of the invitations to participate in this uniquely American holiday.

His new partner, Napoleon Solo, had insisted that they attend a baseball game at Yankee Stadium.  There would be fireworks after the game, he had promised; a safe compromise for the young Soviet.

“This is an acceptable way to honor your country then?”  Napoleon patiently applied himself to educating Illya in American culture.

“Yes, it’s the American pastime.  Watching a game on the 4^th is a perfect way to celebrate.”


Illya mused on that for a bit.  “So then, baseball is your favorite pastime and not chasing women?”

Smart alecky Russian.

“Uh, no… that’s not exactly what I meant.  And what do you mean by chasing women?  In case you haven’t noticed by now, they’re usually after me.”
The blond head canted to one side as Illya considered that.

”Ah.  So then, you are the pastime for the women, and baseball is your favorite pastime.  I see.”

But he didn’t really.  Living in America had challenges, and figuring out Napoleon Solo was chief among them.
 

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A Little Drabble Do Ya - Lost And Found Part 8

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Napoleon lay in bed in Medical, having recently come round from his operation.

He’d never been happy about the explanation given at the hospital he’d been held at – shrapnel indeed.

He now knew what had really happened, and how much his life had been in danger.

“I knew you were still alive.” Napoleon smiled at Illya who was sat in the chair.

“I know my friend,” Illya grinned, “now I know you are safe, I have a big bang of my own to organize.”

“I’m glad you’re on my side, I know your bangs.”

Illya smirked, he’d make THRUSH pay.