"Children will be children"~for the PicFic Tuesday Challenge prompt 9/17

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Sometimes the things that one encounters as C.E.A. in U.N.C.L.E. headquarters are not what you’d expect.

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Forbidden Fruit - PicFic 9/17

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“The forbidden fruit, Mr. Kuryakin…’ The statement was posed almost challengingly; the expression on Van Dyke’s bearded face a mocking sneer as he put his chubby hands on Illya’s head and turned it towards the bowl of ripe fruit.

“Do you believe the story, Mr. Kuryakin?  Is this really the cause of all of humanity’s ills?  Imagine, just one bite and the entire human race is cast into immeasurable pain and suffering.”  Illya bolted against the grip on his head but Harold Van Dyke was determined to make his point.  “Personally, I think it is simply a bowl of apples.”
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One Small Act Of Kindness for picfic Tuesday 9/17

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Originally posted by dixiebelle2013 at One Small Act Of Kindness for picfic Tuesday 9/17

Illya walked briskly through Del Floria's tailor shop and into UNCLE headquarters, noticing that someone had placed a bowl of apples on the front counter and grabbing one on his way into his office.

"Good morning, partner mine," said Napoleon as he breezed past the blond.

"And you you," the Russian replied. "To whom do we owe the gift of the apples?"

"Mrs. Waverly. They're from her friend's orchard," Napoleon told him.

"Did I ever tell you about the time an apple saved my life?" asked Illya.

"No, you didn't." Intrigued, Napoleon pulled up a chair for his partner and asked him to sit down. It was so unusual for Illya to share an anecdote from his past that Napoleon had come to treasure these rare glimpses into his partner's former life.

"It was after my mother's death, when I was sent to Moscow to live with my Uncle Ivan and Aunt Katya," the blond began. "I was only eight years old, frightened, confused, and grief-stricken. My whole world had been torn apart, and everything and everyone I had known and loved was gone. I had been suddenly cast into a new, confusing world."

"How vividly I remember meeting my Uncle Ivan at the train station! I didn't recognize him at first, of course, but he knew me right away. He helped me down from the train, and I walked with him to my new home. Everything in the world that I owned was in a small bag that I carried with me."

"Although their house was relatively small by American standards, it was the grandest home I'd ever seen. There was a large dark green rug on the floor, a large, comfortable-looking red sofa, and a fireplace. I had the urge to just curl up and go to sleep on that sofa, but I was too frightened to move."

"My Aunt Katya saw me coming and rushed to meet me. 'Bednomu mal'chiku!' she cried, giving me a fierce hug. I was too scared to respond. For hours I just sat huddled on that sofa, watching the rest of the family going about their business, longing to join in but too afraid. I was famished but did not dare ask for a bite of food."

"Then my cousin Sonya, who was just my age, brought something to me. It was a shiny red apple. 'Eat,' she urged me. 'For me?' I asked in utter disbelief. I had not had a piece of fresh fruit in so long that I could not even remember the last time. Hesitantly I took the apple from her and bit into it. To me it tasted better than anything had ever tasted before. After that I lost my shyness and was able to join in with the rest of my new family."

"It certainly is amazing what one small act of kindness can do, isn't it," Napoleon remarked.

"It certainly is," Illya agreed.

Picfic Tuesday: The Start of a Good Partnership

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