The Randomness of Life~Chapter 86 For A Little Drabble do ya drabble challenge on Section VII 6/25

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A triple drabble today:

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Prompted by: A Better Resurrection~Sylvia Plath

I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.

Napoleon Solo lay at the bottom of shallow embankment. His car had been run off the road, shots fired and one grazed him, producing enough blood that his pursuers thought him dead.

He might as well be...no one knew where he was. His gun and communicator gone, and no homing devices in his clothing, under his skin or anywhere else for that matter.

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The Bald And the Beautiful - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“That kid needs a haircut, he look like ... Oh, sorry Illya, I just ... Well, I didn’t mean you.”  The glacial stare was missing, the sapphire blue eyes were not drilling a hole through the man.

“I assure you no offense was taken. We all have different ideas about things, including hair.’  Illya wondered that people still had prejudices against longer hair on men.

“Perhaps the boy is simply asserting his own personal aesthetic.”

Mike Cafferty thought both of them were just showing off.  He started to run a hand over his own head, wondering if bald would ever be cool.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Pitch Black

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Upon entering  Illya’s hospital room in Medical, Mr.Waverly was visibly upset by what he found.

The enforcement agent was moaning in obvious pain.  Bed covers askew; his face was red and he was thrashing about.

“Mr. Kuryakin, I have some questions.”

No answer.

“Mr.Kuryakin, would you like for me to call the nurse?”

Suddenly,  the lights went out and the door to the room slammed shut.

Alone together in the pitch black darkness, Waverly waited patiently until the emergency generators kicked in. He took hold of Illya’s arm to ground them both and found it hot and dry.

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Voyeurism

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(Hope no-one minds - picking and revisiting some of my favorite drabs from the past)

"I feel like such a voyeur."

"I know. I've often felt that way. Like I'm intruding into an intensely personal moment."

"What amazes me is how he can totally tune out the conversation around him. Like he doesn't even hear us."

"I hear you, Mark. As well as you, Napoleon and you, April. However, if you sincerely wish to engage in conversation rather than merely making annoying statements, you will have to wait until I finish eating."

"I would never think of coming between you and your food."

"As if you could."

"Ouch. Cold, tovarich."

"But accurate."