As it has been a year since I first got up the courage to start posting my stories on line for others to read, I thought I would re-post the very first story I posted here on section VII: a picfic challenge story; this time with the source picture attached.

"But why won't you come to the window and watch the storm, Illya?" Napoleon asked him, puzzled.
Illya was sitting slumped on his sofa, moodily cradling a mug of tea whilst Napoleon stood at the window gazing out into the storm.
"The view across the city at night is terrific at any time, but during a storm it becomes...almost magical!"
Illya rolled his eyes.
"You've been watching too much TV, my friend." he replied. "Why don't you come away from the window and close the curtains now?"
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