Windmills - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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A triple drabble today in remembrance of Noel Harrison.
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( a remembrance... )

The Randomness of life Chapter 65~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 10/23

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(Luckily I had written this last week)

Changing things up a bit, two half-drabbles followed by a drabble and a half....

Prompted by: The Choice~Robert Service

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"Now which shall be the best way,

Napoleon sat behind the wheel of his jeep in the middle of nowhere, staring at his map in dismay.

He turned it around trying to make sense of the legend, still not quite sure where he was.

Opening his communicator, he called his partner, afraid to admit he was lost.

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And then I came to Two ways,

“Do not tell me you are lost again,” Illya moaned.

“Sorry chum, but I think I am. Can you hang in a little longer?”

“Do I have a choice?” Are there any landmarks around you?”

“Well there’s a cactus...looks like a vulture, and a prickly vulture flying overhead.”

And each was luring me:

“Really? Napoleon drive straight to where the vulture is circling.”

Ten minutes later he spotted the Russian among the tumbleweeds.

“About time.”

“Hey, it just proves I wasn’t really lost.” Napoleon grinned, “though I’ve never navigated by vulture before.

“He was circling, anticipating me dying of boredom waiting for you.”

My pitiless, my doom way;

The Russian tossed his gear in the back of the jeep. “Admit it, you were lost again.”

“Yeah, I guess I really was, sorry.”

Illya settled in as the jeep took off in a cloud of dust.

“I should have known, when you showed up two hours late for what should have been a half hour trip.”

“Really? A half-hour? Nooo...”

Illya didn’t even bother rolling his eyes this time.

The sun was beginning to set, and the two men became silent, until Kuryakin spoke.

“Stoi...let me take over the wheel. I do not want to spend hours driving in circles in the desert at night.”

“Fine,”Solo huffed, this time the was the one rolling his eyes.

They switched places, and Illya took off, heading in the right direction, pointing it out on the map to his partner, and holding up his compass.

“Happy now?” Napoleon asked.

“Immensely...”

A Little Drabble Do Ya-- Lunch Break

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A double-drabble written in memory of Noel Harrison. One of my favorite things about Mark Slate is his obsession with hamburgers. :)

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Mark winced as his his partner ordered lunch. "Oh, April, no. Absolutely not." He smiled charmingly at the waitress. "Mind coming back in a moment or two, love? "

"Well, since you asked nicely…." She retreated to the lunch counter.

April leaned across the booth, so she didn't make a scene. "What is your problem?" she hissed.

"I am absolutely not going to watch you pick your way through a 'diet plate.' Cottage cheese is dead grotty. I don't even think you like it."

"A girl's got to watch her figure."

Mark rolled his eyes. "You're not a girl, you're an elite U.N.C.L.E. agent. Keep up your strength. Balance proteins, carbohydrates, grains—that will keep you in top form. Not cottage cheese and canned fruit."

"I think you're justifying your hamburger obsession." April tucked a hair behind her ear. "It's sweet, darling, but you're not going to get me to indulge."

"You don't have to eat the fries. Have lettuce on it, it will be like a salad."

She smiled fondly at her partner. "Will you still let me have a Fresca?"

"I don't care what you drink, love, as long as you're sober on duty." He signaled the waitress.

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p.s. I hope I got the tags right-- I am rusty at posting on LJ. Squawk if I got it wrong and I will correct.