The 'Correspondence' Affair #46 - July 6, 1914 (Millicent to Alexander)

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From : Thun, Switzerland

July 6, 1914

My dearest Alexander,

I received your note telling me of your unexpected trip to Belgium. I have heard now, of course, of the horrid events in Sarajevo. The assassination of the Archduke was bad enough, but to murder the man's expectant wife? On the day of their wedding anniversary, no less. I know that the events are tragic regardless, but the circumstances seem to make them more so.

Two of our instructors are from Austria and there is talk of little else here. The two ladies have already turned in their notices as they fully expect there to be war between their homeland and Serbia. I have had the term 'slippery slope' before and never truly grasped the meaning. Hearing the news and how things are spiraling, I believe I comprehend the term all too well now.

A few of the young ladies here are also from that region and are, naturally enough, in a bit of a tizzy themselves. Some are positive that their families will call them home while the rest seem sure that their families will make them stay here and as far away from the coming war as possible.

I will do my best not to be impatient to hear from you as I know there are circumstances far beyond either of our control in action. For my part, I shall continue to write to you once a month. I will continue to send my letters to your London address unless you drop me a note to send them elsewhere.

I am sorry this letter is rather scattered. Viveka is currently in our room, sobbing her eyes out onto Ermengarde's shoulder. She is one of the Austrian girls, one of the youngest students here and very sensitive. She is the youngest of five children in her family and is afraid that her two older brothers may well become soldiers should war come to pass. As her brothers are twenty-two and eighteen, I fear she is right about that though I wouldn't tell the poor soul that for all the teas in China.

You will be in my thoughts nightly. God watch over you and keep you from harm.

All my love always,

Millicent

'Short Affair' PROMPTS for Jan 5th

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Wow, these are the prompts for the first stories due in the New Year. I can't believe we're reaching 2015 already. It doesn't seem like 2 minutes since the world was panicking about the Y2K problem (which turned out not to be a problem).

Anyway, I'm really enjoying hosting this challenge, but would love to see more people joining in. It's ideal for those of you who prefer writing short pieces. It's also good for anyone who would like to write, but haven't plucked up the courage yet. The rules of the challenge are simple enough. They can be found, along with the prompts, beneath the cut.

Wishing everyone a Happy and Prosperous New Year !

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"Red" for the Short Affair

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Challenge: The Short Affair

Prompt #2: Aquarium

Color: Red

Title: Red

Author: mrua7

Word Count: Approx. 1000

The clouds hung low in the sky, like ghostly apparitions drifting over Moskva.  There was a heaviness in the air, one that Illya Kuryakin sensed as he stood on a small balcony at the headquarters of his employer, GRU...the Soviet military intelligence.

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PicFic is taking a little break...

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No prompt today, as we're taking a little year end break.
Next week the PicFic prompts will resume.
If you feel like catching up on an older prompt, feel free post your story!
We'd love to read them!

You can do that any time, just note the date
of the original prompt with your fic!



Have a happy, healthy and safe New Year cousins!

Weekly Calendar for Section VII

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Start the Year With a Bang - 'Short Affair' challenge - Dec 29th

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Prompts – Clock/Red
Word Count (approx.) – 760


Napoleon Solo was beyond exhausted, yet he continued his efforts to escape from his bonds. He’s been left, shackled to a chair, for almost twelve hours and had spent the entire time trying to free himself. Ordinarily, the agent wouldn’t be quite so frantic, but the large clock in front of him urged him on. The hands of the clock steadily ticked towards midnight, and to the end of 1965. In twenty minutes, when the time reached twelve, the red dynamite sticks dotted around the room would also bring about the end of Napoleon Solo.


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