It's All About April - Drabble Tale - The 'Belize' Affair, Pt 2

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Laying a hand on Mark's shoulder, Napoleon explained the mission to the partners.

"This assignment is actually perfect for someone in your current condition. There's a health spa for convalescents recently opened in the Caribbean that needs to be investigated. The doctor in charge personally looks over anyone coming in, so we can't send in a fully healthy agent."

"In other words, I'm healthy enough to be observant, but still ill enough to meet admittance requirements."

"Exactly. And you'll have your personal assistant close at hand."

April smiled.

"And I'm the personal assistant?"

"Exactly."

Belize 1

Just an FYI for next Wednesday

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The Randomness of Life~Chapter 95 for "A Little Drabble Do Ya" ~ Section VII Drabble Challenge

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Prompted by: I Went ~C.P. Cavafy

I did not restrain myself. I let go entirely and went.
To the pleasures that were half real
and half wheeling in my brain,
I went into the lit night.
And I drank of potent wines, such as
the valiant of voluptuousness drink.

He was alone, and lonely. Nothing seemed to satisfy him.

The blond wandered out from his dingy hotel room as his feelings turned to randiness.

Illya tried to resist, but it was a losing battle. He wanted company, perhaps sex if he was lucky.

Luck, that was Napoleon's purview.

From the darkened rain covered streets he walked into a nearby tavern filled with the less venturesome street walkers.
As he approached the bar, they looked him over, sizing him up for his money and not for himself.

They were not what he wanted…though after some wine, they began to look better.

But, Of Course - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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I don't speak French, something I hope is not blaringly obvious.

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“Hmmm... Jean-Paul Sartre has been awarded the Nobel Prize in literature.”  Napoleon was reading through a list of current events on his daily read-out of international news.

“He has declined.”  Illya was reading as well, the remark made in a flatly intoned voice of either disdain or approval; Napoleon couldn’t tell the difference.

“Why would he do that?  It’s a great honor to receive the Nobel prize.”  It seemed rude to the American to turn down something that prestigious.

“He doesn’t believe in honors, they are part of that nature of mauvaise foi.”

“Bad faith?”

“Bien sûr.”

“Oh.”

Anticipation - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - October 22nd

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Ten -
The heart rate trebles.

Nine -
Breath quickens and becomes shallow.
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