Schedule of Events for August
Jul. 31st, 2014 07:41 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)


The Moroccan street that Illya was walking down reminded him of a scene from the movie that took its name from the city. In fact, except for being in color, it seemed as if it could have been lifted from that Bogart classic. He heard a noise and turned, temporarily blinded by the sun in his eyes.
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The Year of the Cat by Al Stewart
The previous chapters:
April Daze
In With A Bang, Out With A Whimper
House of Monkeys
Moving In
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Sorting Remnants
At the far end of the space that was serving as Illya and April’s new ‘home’ was the promised work space. It had the only wall in the entire flat, separating it from the living space. Inside were two sewing machines and one large cutting table. One wall was upholstered and served as an oversized bulletin board. Illya had already placed some of his sketches on that wall, and as he examined them once more he was satisfied that he was capturing some of the new Mod attitude so prevalent in British fashion.
A cat had wandered into the flat in the early morning as Illya opened the door to collect a bottle of milk left on the small stoop. He spoke to it in endearing tones, eliciting a small mewing sound from the ebony colored feline.
Illya thought that April was a bit like a cat; lithe and playful. A sigh of resignation from the faux designer was not heard by anyone save the cat, who rubbed affectionately against the man’s legs as she begged for a morning meal.
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