Picfic Tuesday: Stolen Moment

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Illya unlocked the door and stepped aside to allow his companion to walk ahead of him. “After you,” he said gallantly as he bent from the waist and raised his arm to guide the way.

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"The Randomness of life" chapter 59 for a Little Drabble do Ya, Wednesday Challenge on Section VII

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Prompted by: Cirque D'Hiver~Elizabeth Bishop

He bears a little dancer on his back.

Napoleon watch his partner cavort on the horse’s back. Every time he saw the Russian do his riding tricks, he was amazed. Today of all days, Illya did it with a blanket of snow, a winter circus perhaps as his backdrop.

He wondered where he’d learned such unusual skills.



another spray of artificial roses.

Magdeline, the owner of the ranch let the two agents stay there, offering them shelter when they’d been caught up in a sudden blizzard.

She let them in after they knocked at her front door, shivering from the cold. Maddy fed and clothed them as their city slicker clothes dried.

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that pierces both her body and her soul

In payment for her hospitality, they helped her in the barns.

She saw the way Illya was with the horses and knew they touched his soul, as they pierced hers as well, and told him to saddle up and go for a ride if he wished.

He gladly obliged her...

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canters, then clicks and stops, and looks at me.

The chestnut mare touched something deep within Illya, drawing him to

cherished memories of long ago when he lived on the steppes with the

Kubanskiye Kаzaki.   

The horse looked him in the eye, just as his horse Grom had. Old Mykola told him that had to be, between a Cossack horse and a rider.

we stare and say, "Well, we have come this far."

“Where did you get this horse?”

“Took some wrangling but I got him from Poland. He’s a Cossack horse.

“He is that,” Illya smiled, blessed to have ridden one again.

The agents left as the weather improved, Illya took time to say goodbye to another Kazak friend...

* inspired by  chapter 20 “The Randomness of Life”

The Last Rains of Summer - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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It was raining like there might be an ark parked close by.
Napoleon took a deep breath of the last pungent aromas of the summer.
Nothing captivated his senses like a sweet summer rain.

Well, almost nothing.

“Napoleon darling, please come back to bed.  I miss you already.”
“Hmmm?  Oh, I will, soon.’ He looked once again at the rain, then back to the woman who was calling him from his reverie.
“Actually, I need to get going.   Early appointment… you understand.”

She didn’t, but what could she do about it?
He hurried.
Napoleon didn’t want to miss the rain.
 

Reminder: Song Story - The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel

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A reminder that posting begins tomorrow for this week's Song Story - The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel

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