PicFic Tuesday: 08-06 Choices
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Choices
Illya gradually became aware that he had been standing, staring blankly at the display, for some time.
He was rapidly thinking that coming here had been a mistake.
( Read more... )Choices
Illya gradually became aware that he had been standing, staring blankly at the display, for some time.
He was rapidly thinking that coming here had been a mistake.
( Read more... )That "enter in—thereat"—
Do you ever wonder about going to heaven tovarisch?
“No. You forget, i do not believe in such a thing.” Illya whispered. “Why do you think of this now?”
“Well we’re sort of trapped by gunmen, we’re out of ammo. It might be a good time to prepare to meet one’s maker.”
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Termed by the Brokers—"Death"!
“I do not fear death my friend, though I do not wish to die. I have met with him many times, and have turned him away.”
“You believe in death... who is an angel by the way, why wouldn’t you believe in heaven?”
“Do not try to trick me....”
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And after that—there's Heaven—
The Russian reached into his pocket pulling out a cigarette lighter, and opening the hem of his jacket, he drew out a fuse. Attaching one to the other, he lit it and tossed it quickly, blowing up their attackers.
“You were saying something about an angel Napoleon?” Illya smiled.
Illya had been out all day. He had gone for a run around Washington Square early Saturday morning and then decided to go to the Russian bathhouse in the East Village for a few hours to get a Platzka (oak leaf) treatment, use the steam room and then the icy cold plunge pool. He felt so refreshed afterwards that he decided to walk home. On the way, he came across a jazz band playing at a street fair that was rather good. There were several food vendors working the fair and when the Russian saw a truck selling blinis, he quickly went over to buy two. Munching happily, he slurped the cup of tea he had also purchased as he found a low wall on which to sit and listen to the group. They had just started playing as he had entered the block so he listened to their entire forty – five minute set. Another band hit the stage and when they began to play a decent rendition of Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five,” he bought some pierogies and more tea and settled back down.
“April, would you like to see a movie tonight?”
“Oh, Illya Darling, can we go see Nevada Smith? Steve McQueen plays a half – Indian man determined to track down his parents’ killers.”
“If you wish. You like this actor, Steve McQueen?”
April smiled, “Oh yes! He’s so handsome and all man. He rides motorcycles in real life and did I say he’s handsome?”
“Twice.”
“I may be a big, bad UNCLE agent, but I have a schoolgirl crush on that man.”
“I see.”
“Darling, don’t be jealous. You’re the only man whose bed I want to share.”
“I am glad.”