What's My Line? Another Prompt

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Well, even though it isn't on the calendar it is Thursday, and without anything else going on I'm offering yet another prompt so we'll have stories next week.  Eventually we're bringing back Song Story (this link takes you to Song Stories), which will be hosted by alynwa. Many thanks to her for taking this on.  It will replace the Great Episode Challenge until another time and season.
So, for today, because it popped into my head when I thought of a certain movie...
That's Inconceivable!

The link above to Song Story has as its first entry a prompt that has stories under the impromptu challenge tag at the bottom of the video.

The Return of Song Story!

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Glennagirl has just announced the return of

"The Song Story" challenge

             Hosted by alynwa.                   
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   Just an FYI, next Saturday I'll be posting an special

'Audio' PicFic challenge prompt
in honor of 'Valentine's Day.'

So hope you're in the mood
for a melodic PicFic Challenge
AND for the return of The Song Story Challenge!

"The day Illya lost his appetite'-for What's My Line?

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The prompt: I don’t want to argue about that.

Mary Margaret Houlihan waited in front of the counter at the Commissary; the secretary was standing there with her arms crossed in front of her, tapping her rather stylish pump on the linoleum floor.

“Listen there’s nothing wrong with the coffee, I’m telling you it’s fine!” The cook said.

“And I’m telling you it has a funny taste to it. You drink this and tell me it isn’t off.” She reached for the white coffee cup in front of her.

“Look,” he insisted,”I’m telling you it’s fine Miss Hooligan.

“That’s Houlihan.” Her foot began to tap faster.

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Of Desert Sands and Zebra Finches (What's My Line 2/4)

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(This is technically a continuation of Monday's piece but can be read independently of it. Also, I work with zebra finches at grad school and actually asked my research adviser if this was a plausible scenario; he said it definitely was)

Illya was certain that he could take no more of the desert heat. From New Zealand, they had made their way to Australia. Though it had seemed as though they had eluded THRUSH and would be ready to take a public flight back to U.N.C.L.E. New Delhi, THRUSH had managed to track them down again—and had chased them into the unforgiving Outback. They’d been on the run again, but, unlike New Zealand, with its pleasant expanses of gorgeous lands and enough freshwater streams to keep them hydrated, the red earth of the Outback was merciless. And for someone like Illya, who had been used to cold climates all of his life, he was certain that he would meet his end by heat exhaustion.

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I Fly to You [non-challenge piece]

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I bring another very angsty non-challenge piece; this one has a bit of blood and some descriptions of the injury, so be warned--rather than post it on account of the blood content, I'll link it to my fanfiction.net posted version--

I Fly to You

Long Distance - What's My Line 4th Feb

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The prompt - "I don't want to argue about that!"

Napoleon was dragged unwillingly out of a deep slumber by the shrill beep of his communicator. Ugh. This really wasn't the time.

Angelique stirred in his arms with a soft huff of irritation. “Could they make that thing any more annoying?”

“Sorry,” he said, with a flash of a smile, reaching for where he'd left it on the nightstand.

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