A Drabble; A Letter (part 8)

[lilidelafield.livejournal.com]

It was a small room, scarcely larger than a box-room, but it was a pretty, girlie room, with pink flowered wallpaper, and bedspread to match. A pile of soft toys sprawled untidily across the bed, and a large poster of Elvis decorated the wall. Illya made to withdraw, to give Napoleon some privacy with his grief, but Napoleon grabbed his arm.

           “Please stay, Illya.”

           “How did she die?” The Russian asked softly. Napoleon picked up a small fluffy pink elephant and held it to his face. A voice behind them made them jump and whip round.

           “Daddy!”

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I find myself waiting, with bated breath for the next installment. Your cliffhangers are stunning.

[lilidelafield.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Perhaps I am wrong to admit this, but this particular cliff-hanger is as much a mystery to me as it is to everyone else....I too am looking forward to finding out what happens next...usually I have things pretty much planned, but this one snuck up on me....

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I've lost count of the times I've left a cliffhanger without having any idea of what is coming next. It usually happens when the story goes off in a direction I didn't plan.

[lilidelafield.livejournal.com]

That is certainly true with this one. It was originally intended as a four parter, but it seems to have taken n a life of its own...rather than being in command, I think I am the one just following after. :-)