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.

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The Randomness of Life Chapter 53~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 8/7

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Prompted by: You're right—"the way is narrow"~Emily Dickinson

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.

Understood - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Are you quite certain, Mr. Kuryakin?”  The Russian agent nodded his head.  This was a difficult decision, but he knew there was no other way.
“Yes sir, I have no doubts.  I am sorry, Mr. Waverly.  You have been very kind to me and …”
The old man raised his hand, an indication that no more was necessary.
“We have both done what we considered necessary, young man.  Neither of us is to blame, perhaps neither can be commended.”
Illya understood and acknowledged the old man’s wisdom with a slight nod, a small smile the only indication that he agreed.

Out of Touch

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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.

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A Little Drabble Do Ya: Movie Night

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“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.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Trapped

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Illya and Napoleon were trapped. They’d been thrown into a dank, dark round chamber. The stone walls were slick with green algae and the agents were wet through from the constant dripping from the ceiling.

“Another nice place you’ve found us, tovarisch. Remind me not to leave the choice of accommodation to you again,” Solo tried to lighten the situation.

“If you had not seduced the hotelier’s daughter we would not be in his ‘special accommodation’,” Illya retorted.

<<Sigh>> “She did have lovely eyes…. And those luscious lips.”

“I hope you are planning a way out of here.”

<<sigh>>“I am.”