It's All About April - Drabble Tale - What Happens in Vegas, Pt 14

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The morning after her breakdown, April washed her face and forced a smile back on it before she began her morning routine of tending to Mark. She gently washed him with a mild soap the hospital used on newborns and then started to work on applying a good quality moisturizer that she'd had Napoleon go out and buy for her.

Her mind was wandering as she was rubbing the lotion on his feet, but then she felt something. Blinking herself back to reality, she slowly ran her fingers over Mark's foot again, this time seeing the involuntary flinch.

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Little Things Mean A Lot - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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A double drabble...
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“It’s six o’clock.”

“Then it is time we begin.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Blue eyes rolled dramatically at the question.

“We have been briefed and prepared for this, Napoleon.  Do we really have a choice?”

Solo sighed and nodded his head.  He wasn’t afraid.  He wasn’t afraid.

“All right, lead the way.”

“Me?  Why should I go first, since you are the senior agent?”

Napoleon opened the door and took a deep breath.  He was greeted by a smiling Heather McNabb and a row of cribs.

“Oh good, you’re here. Social Services will be here later, but these little darlings need to be fed now.”

The babies had been rescued from an enterprising THRUSH satrapy that had gone into the baby bartering business; a despicable arm of the Hierarchy’s ongoing criminal activities.  Now they were being cared for in a safe house belonging to UNCLE, manned by personnel who could be spared from Headquarters.

“Heather, I know nothing about babies.  I am really more useful as security, don’t you think?”

“Oh Napoleon...”  Illya leaned in and gingerly picked up a little bundle wrapped in a yellow blanket.

“This, my friend, is why we risk our lives.”

The Randomness of Life~Chapter 93 for "A Little Drabble Do Ya" ~ Section VII Drabble Challenge

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( a quadruple drabble)

Prompted by: Delay~Elizabeth Jennings

The radiance of the star that leans on me
Was shining years ago. The light that now
Glitters up there my eyes may never see,
And so the time lag teases me with how

Love that loves now may not reach me until
Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse
Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful
And love arrived may find us somewhere else.

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Thirty Seconds - A Little Drabble Do Ya! Oct 30th

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Thirty seconds.

That’s all the time there was between life and death.

Thirty seconds before the train ran over the tracks to which the unconscious U.N.C.L.E. agent was tied.

Illya Kuryakin had already cut most of the ropes holding Napoleon Solo to the rails. As he worked the knife against the final tether, he resolutely ignored the huge, oncoming locomotive.

Finally, Napoleon was free and Illya dragged him to safety with all of two seconds to spare. Illya lay on the ground and stared at the stars above. One of these days, thirty seconds was not going to be enough.