Jun. 9th, 2018

[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
There's lots of stories posting for the
on-going
ABC Affair II Challenge

But you can still post for Writer's and Reader's Choice today.

Rec one of your stories,or your favorite author's
do it under the heading of
The Writer's and Reader's Choice!
as writers and readers are welcome to post.


Please use the tag 'writer's and readers choice.'

(remember we are a gen site, so
gen or gen-mature recs only please)


[identity profile] hypatia-66.livejournal.com

A is for...
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It was dark, raining, chilly, and both agents were starting a cold – not ideal conditions for a surveillance operation. The window was filthy; they had had to force it open from necessity to see what might or might not be happening below. They were well-enough wrapped, but it was a miserable night.

“I don’t think anyone’s going to come,” said Napoleon thickly through his handkerchief.

A snuffle was all Illya could summon up.

“Challenge you,” said Napoleon, clearing his throat. Illya looked round suspiciously. “How many cities can you think of beginning with A.”

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[identity profile] hypatia-66.livejournal.com

A perilous Rhine journey from Boppard to Bingen
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“Can you hear something?” whispered Napoleon.

“Like what?”

“A kind of unearthly singing.”

“You’re imagining things – or your ears are blocked,” said Illya, ever practical.

The river flow was fast just here, upstream of Boppard. Their small craft was fighting the Rhine as it narrowed and its current poured round the rocky promontory in the great bend in the river.

“It’s getting louder,” said Napoleon, covering his ears.

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The streets were thronged for Córdoba’s May Corrida. The two UNCLE agents blended in with the crowd, dressed as formally as everyone else had to be in Franco’s Spain – including both tie and jacket, neither of which could be removed, no matter how hot it was. Napoleon, being dark, blended a little more successfully than his partner whose lighter tan and fair, sun-streaked hair would have marked him out very obviously had not both worn hats.

The bullring had only been open a year but was already a huge draw, bigger even than Seville and Ronda. Illya wondered how they were going to find their contact among nearly seventeen thousand people – even in the area closest to the bulls’ entrance.

“A las cinco de la tarde,” said Napoleon. Illya looked at him.

“Lorca’s poem, ’La cogida y la muerte’,” said Napoleon.

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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
It's another chapter of Bali Ho! Click the photo for AO3 or read it on ff.net

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[identity profile] hypatia-66.livejournal.com
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The Kennedy tartan


Illya found he was talking to himself and, feeling a little foolish, looked around for his partner who was nowhere to be seen. The Royal Mile was far from crowded just at the moment but, judging from the general lack of interest around him, nothing untoward appeared to have happened so he retraced his steps.

He had reached Canongate so presumably Napoleon was still in High Street somewhere. Illya peered into some of the shops and was attracted into one that sold tartans by the strange attitude an assistant appeared to have adopted. He seemed to be bent deferentially listening to someone out of sight. “I might have known it,” Illya grumbled, hearing his partner’s genial tones coming from behind a curtain. “What is it about Americans and tartan?”
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