Reader's Choice (Drabble)

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I hope glennagirl will excuse my recc'ing one of hers, but mrua7 's Illya as puppy reminded me of a good drabble glennagirl posted on ffnet;

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7467264/1/The-Siamese-and-the-Russian

I have to agree, Illya is more of the Siamese cat type.

The Doggy In The Window for the Song Story Challenge 4/20

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Illya walked down the street holding hands with Marion Raven. Following 'The Quadripartite Affair' and 'The Giuoco Piano Affair', the two of them had become very good friends, and Illya was looking forward to taking the relationship to the next level.

It was a sunny but breezy day in New York City, the Saturday before Easter. Marion was talking about her plans for the upcoming holiday.

"I'm attending the morning service at the Episcopal church on the corner of the street where I live, and afterwards, some friends have invited me over for lunch," she told Illya. "Won't you come with me? My friends told me I'm welcome to bring a date."

"Are you referring to the church service or to dinner?"

"Well, both! The church's auditorium is always beautifully decorated with white lilies. I think you'd really like it."

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We're Poor Little Lambs...

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And so the holiday comes to an end.  I thought I'd share a piece written a couple of years ago, a little dreamscape perhaps, or a glimpse into someplace beyond.

Every Lamb Needs A Pasture

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

Where are we Illya?

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

I don't recognize it. But it feels safe... somehow...

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Did we do it? Is the THRUSH installation destroyed?

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Amazingly, yes. When we were running out the tunnel entrance, I had no idea we would end up here.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

It looks like an orchard. I guess we won't miss lunch after all.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

This place is...

What about it, Illya?

It reminds me of home.