"The Randomness of Life" chapter 71~for A Little Drabble do Ya

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  Prompted by: The Medal by John Dryden

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The very last line of a long poem...

"Pudet haec opprobrium vobis. Et dici potuisse et non potuisse refelli."

("This is embarrassing for you to reproach. And to have been able to be called, and could not have been refuted)

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"I hate this," Napoleon whispered out the side of his mouth.

"Me too, but it must be," Illya responded. "We have no choice."

"Why does it have to be so...public?"

"UNCLE must have it's pound of flesh I suppose? Still Napoleon, it is but a small price to pay."

"Risking our lives isn't payment enough?"

"Apparently not..."

They walked to the daïs set up in the gymnasium; climbing the steps, they turned to face the crowd.

Everyone hushed as Kennedy spoke...

"In honor of meritorious service, and having gone above and beyond the call of duty, I hereby award..."

Cast Down But Not Out - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Oh, it’s snowing.”  April Dancer was clinging to her partner as the snowflakes drifted down like a sprinkling of confectioners sugar.
“It’s very pretty, luv.  Too bad you’ll miss ski season this year.”  Mark took in the cast on April’s left leg, the result of a nasty fall during their last mission.
“Hmmm… I wonder …”
“Wonder what?”  Illya came upon his colleagues as they stood outside of Del Floria’s.
“Oh… Hi Illya.  I was just wondering if a person could ski with a cast on her leg.”
“I suppose you could try.”
“Maybe I will.”
Mark groaned his disapproval.