"Spring Rain"

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A drabble for Lindafishes8

Spring rain:

telling stories,
a staw coat,
an umbrella walks past.

Inspired by a haiku by: Yosa Buson (1716-1783)

Napoleon sat on the park bench even though it was raining. He wore a trench coat not caring that it wasn’t enough; he stayed, watching the umbrellas walk past.

His face turned upwards, letting the water trickle down on him, It reminded him to stop, to remember the simple things in life... a rainstorm, a rainbow after it perhaps….a life he was lucky and grateful to still have.

Illya lying unconscious in medical in an induced coma while he healed was a stark reminder of that.

They would both be here yet, living another day to tell their tales.

"Spring Rain"

[mlaw]

 

Spring rain:

telling stories,
a staw coat,
an umbrella walks past.

Inspired by a haiku by: Yosa Buson (1716-1783)

Napoleon sat on the park bench even though it was raining. He wore a trench coat not caring that it wasn’t enough; he stayed, watching the umbrellas walk past.

His face turned upwards, letting the water trickle down on him, It reminded him to stop, to remember the simple things in life... a rainstorm, a rainbow after it perhaps….a life he was lucky and grateful to still have.

Illya lying unconscious in medical in an induced coma while he healed was a stark reminder of that.

They would both be here yet, living another day to tell their tales.

Pressure

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Illya froze as he felt the muzzle of a gun press into the back of his neck. He knew he should have expected it. He’d managed to get too far up the building without incident and, even though it had felt like a trap, the Russian had carried on. He raised his hands in surrender.

“Welcome Mr Kuryakin,” the owner of the gun said happily. “Of all the U.N.C.L.E. agents they could have sent, I’m so glad it is you. With your explosives expertise, I think you will appreciate the little scenario I have waiting for you.”

The gunman urged Illya forwards and they entered a large, almost empty, apartment. At the far side there was an instantly recognisable explosive device and in the centre of the floor was a two foot square metal plate. Illya couldn’t begin to imagine the purpose of the plate, but he would soon find out.

His captor moved round to stand in front of Illya and instructed him to remove his jacket, gun & holster and communicator. He dropped them onto the floor, unceremoniously.

“Go and kneel on the metal square.”

Illya did as instructed and knew from the moment his knees met the metal that he was in very serious trouble. Something clicked beneath him and he froze for the second time.

“I suggest you remain in position Mr Kuryakin. You are now part of the detonator. If you move, everything goes boom.”


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