Song Story~" The sounds of change, perhaps."

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He walked the busy streets of Prague with caution, as there were just too many secret police lurking about. The political mood in Czechoslovakia was in turmoil with different men jockeying for positions of power, making for an unstable situation. Their Soviet Masters were keeping a close eye on the region, as were other member of the Union, remaining wary as the seeds of change were taking root.

           

Illya Kuryakin waded through a throng of people on the narrow cobblestone street, as they hurried to bow in obeisance to their current neon god as a band of demonstrators appeared out of nowhere,  these impromptu gatherings with people  bowing to in obeisance to their current neon god.

They were spouting rhetoric without listening to their own words, and were simply parroting the rants of others. It really didn’t matter what they were verbalizing at the moment, as Kuryakins focus had been the assignment he’d been tasked with, and that had now been complete. His mind was trained on the fact that he needed to get out of ‘Dodge’ as his partner Napoleon liked to say.

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Silent Reflections - Song Story

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The prompt is Sound of Silence...
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Utter and complete silence.
The air itself seemed to have absorbed sound much like a sponge soaks up liquid.  Stillness like this seemed impossible, and yet the void was undeniable.  This felt like… death.

How could a person feel death, and yet still be aware.  Napoleon Solo found the conundrum especially comforting since he was fairly certain that a dead man wouldn’t be having this dialogue with himself were he actually not alive.

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