The Randomness of life~Chapter 97 for 'A Little Drabble do Ya'

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Prompted by: A Western Ballad~Allen Ginsberg

When I died, love, when I died
my heart was broken in your care;
I never suffered love so fair
as now I suffer and abide
when I died, love, when I died.

When I died, love, when I died
I wearied in an endless maze
that men have walked for centuries,
as endless as the gate was wide
when I died, love, when I died.

When I died, love, when I died
there was a war in the upper air:
all that happens, happens there;
there was an angel by my side
when I died, love, when I died.

A young Napoleon sat alone in his apartment; a smoldering cigarette clenched between his fingers, the long ash waiting to fall. Sunlight was streaming in through the blinds highlighting the ripples of smoke dancing in the air.

He took no note of it as his thoughts were somewhere else.

She was gone, and was out of his life forever.

She'd given him her ultimatum...his job or her; he chose the Command.

Now he sat mourning her loss, second guessing his decision. Clara... Clara.

His duty was to U.N.C.L.E. but when he died, who would truly mourn him and be his angel?

"The opening of Napoleon Solo's eyes"~ A Bowery Mission Story (#5)

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For all of you who've been waiting...here it is at last.
   
                       

It was nearing the end of November, specifically the fourth Thursday of the month which was traditionally the day on which Thanksgiving was celebrated in the United States.

For the last few years Illya Kuryakin had spent that particular holiday helping out at a place known as the Bowery Mission.  It was a basically a refuge where the less fortunate or indigent could find a good hot meal, and sometimes a bed on which to rest their weary bodies.

It had been a cold autumn so far and the Mission was filled to capacity when it came to helping those in need.

Though they had to have the help of volunteers all year round, Illya would donate his time, depending upon his schedule. Once he’d discovered the Bowery Mission, he made himself available to volunteer at least on Thanksgiving as Mr. Waverly did not, as a rule, send agents out into the field on a new assignment unless absolutely a necessity.

It was a time when the powers that be in the world of megalomaniacs, THRUSH and despots seemed to just take a rest from their nefarious plans giving those in the States a break, albeit a short lived one, but every little bit helped.

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Gratitude - "A Little Drabble Do Ya!" - Nov 26th

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Head Nurse Maisie Redfearn had a spring in her step as she arrived for work. Today was the first day in two weeks they didn’t have an irascible Russian occupying a bed. The Lord knew she admired the man, but he was a royal pain in the caboose when he was injured. Arriving at her office, she found a hamper of chocolates, wine and vodka. Maisie smiled at the words which were written on the card on top.

For all the staff in Medical. I know I’m not an easy patient, but please know I’m grateful for you all. INK.

It's All About April - Drabble Tale - The 'Belize' Affair, Pt 7

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April's mind was racing. They couldn't contact Headquarters without fear of the signal being detected and the odds were that the phone lines were monitored. She wrote on the pad and passed it back to Mark.

~Did he see you?~

Mark surprised her by starting to talk, but then she realized that their continued silence might be suspicious.

"Sorry for spacing out there. I saw a poor chap coming back from the whirlpool with his face covered in bandages. Must have been in a horrible car wreck."

"Well, he couldn't be in a better spot to recover."

Thanksgiving Traditions, A Sugar & Spies Tale

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Early Thursday morning found Napoleon in the kitchen prepping his dinner. He had gone shopping the night before while Illya stayed home with Leona Nicole. They had arrived Wednesday morning on the redeye and picked her up from the Greers’ on their way to Headquarters. They had been in Houston, Texas overseeing the interrogation of a mid – level THRUSH captured by that field office. After he had spilled his guts about THRUSH’s activities in Texas, he was shipped off to Tartarus for imprisonment and the two agents headed straight to Houston International to fly back to New York.

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