"What a woman" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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He was dog tired, but would never admit that fact to anyone, especially the woman who was asleep upstairs in the bedroom.

It was three o’clock when he finally walked through the front door, and after resetting the alarm he wished his security escort a good night. There were two of them, and they’d take turns standing guard through what was left of the night.

“Estelle,” Waverly whispered as his wife lifted her head when he entered the room. “Hello old girl.”

“Darling,” she looked at the clock.” You’re home early.”

Alexander chuckled. He always loved her sense of humor.

The Valiant Little Swatter - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Art imitating life perhaps.  I have had a deluge of flies in my house, and apparently my neighbors as well.  I don't know why, perhaps they're trying to escape the hot air outside; in any event I've taken to using a small vacuum cleaner to simply suction them up because I cleaned the windows once already and this method of extermination doesn't leave a smear.  Anyway, it always reminds me of the Grimms Fairy Tale of the Valiant Little Tailor, which is how I arrived at this...
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Autumn was drawing near and with it a few wisps of cooler air.  Gliding along on that air was a swarm of flies that invaded the apartment of Illya Kuryakin.  He swatted and fumed, cursing in Russian at the foul flying menace until, at last, he thought he had killed the last of them.

He bragged softly to his cat, the one who claimed the blond man but wouldn't actually live with him full time.  On this morning, however, he admired the fine work of ridding them of the flies.  Humans were sometimes swifter than a cat's paw.

Sometimes.

I had to post the picture ... had to do it.

HODOWE: SWEETEST DAY -- Guidelines

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The LIFECYCLE: FEAR Challenge, the last challenge in the LIFECYCLE series, is now "in the books". Thanks to all who participated! So we move on to the final seasonal challenge of the year, the third HODOWE (e.g. HOLIDAYS OF DUBIOUS ORIGINS WRITING EVENT) challenge. This HODOWE centers on SWEETEST DAY!

Here are the guidelines for the HODOWE: Sweetest Day seasonal challenge.

CHALLENGE: Write an MFU fanfic story regarding the ideas embodied in Sweetest Day. The story doesn't have to necessarily mention or include the day by name; just embody a scenario that fits the concept behind it. SWEETEST DAY isn't an international holiday of course. Truthfully it isn't even any sort of nationally recognized holiday in the U.S. It is observed in only 14 states and in parts of 2 other states (including NY). It is traditionally celebrated on the third Saturday in October.

The first Sweetest Day was pronounced as October 8, 1921 in Cleveland by a committee of 12 confectioners who saw to the distribution of over 20,000 boxes of candy to "newsboys, orphans, old folks, and the poor". On September 25, 1937, The New York Times reported that The National Confectioners Association had launched a "movement throughout the candy industry" to rank Sweetest Day with the nationally accepted Mother's Day, Father's Day, and St. Valentine's Day. That never happened, but friends, family, and lovers often give each other candy, flowers, and cards on Sweetest Day. It doesn't have quite the... commitment overtones associated with Valentine's Day, however. So seems a holiday that would tickle the fancy of Napoleon Solo, no? ;-)

One further note: Since Sweetest Day was invented by commercial interests which stood to profit from such a holiday, dissenting Cleveland residents refer to it as a "Hallmark holiday" (although it was not invented by Hallmark Cards company). Now wouldn't Illya Kuryakin have some biting remarks to make about such a particularly "capitalist holiday"? ;-)

STATISTICAL STUFF: Minimum of 500 words with no set maximum. (Drabbles are not incorporated in this particular challenge.) Must fit into the overall concepts of this community, i.e., contain no explicit adult material and reflect the 1960s series in style and content. Please tag your story with the hodowe and sweetest tags.

POSTING: To this forum starting on Saturday, October 17th, and ending on Saturday, October 24th.

"The really unexpected affair"~ chapter 5

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Links to Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

A bevy of British beauties were escorted to the drawing room by Cavendish, just in time for Napoleon and Illya to make their entrance.

Solo was grinning ear to ear as he saw the ladies, both of them quite beautiful and elegantly attired. One, a stunning brunette with long straight hair, the other a strawberry blonde with her hair done up in one of the current styles of the day, he believed it was a variation on the bouffant.

They were each clothed in designer tops and skirts replete with matching pill box hats; a fashion trend started by Jackie Kennedy no doubt. Their outfits made him think of Christmas as one was completely in mauve, the other woman in forest green.

“Ladies,” Maude spoke up.” I’d like you to meet my friends, Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin. They’ll be staying with me for a few days before heading onto London.”

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A Little Drabble'll Do Ya: Labor Day Plans

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“I think we should have a cookout for Labor Day,” Napoleon opined. He, Illya and Leona Nicole were eating dinner. “School starts Wednesday, so that will be perfect.”
“Do we eat hotdogs like July fourth, Daddy?”
“Yes, plus hamburgers, potato salad, baked beans, lemonade, maybe ice cream for dessert…”
Leona said, “And Papa’s deviled eggs? He makes good ones.”
Papa smiled. “Thank you, Daughter. I will make them and a tossed salad.”
“You don’t have to make salad, Papa.”
“Salad with vegetables is very healthy and good for you, Leona.”
“You keep saying that.”
Daddy laughed so hard he cried.

Decadence - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Sept 2nd

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Illya could almost hear his voices of his friends in Russia, vocalising their disdain for his decadent western ways. They would no doubt tell him, in no uncertain terms, that he had grown soft. They would say he had lost the ability to do things for himself. Sometimes, he wondered if that was true, but given he had recently survived a five day jungle trek, while injured, he chose not to worry.

Illya swept the thoughts from his head. He was hungry, and he was going to get Chinese food delivered, regardless of what his countrymen would think of it.