The Geranium Affair ....A Little Drabble Do Ya

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

“Illya...”

The Russian went straight past the doorway without entering... for the third time, ignoring his partner's call. Not that it was unlike him to do that, of course, but...

“What the hell...” Napoleon Solo rushed out of his office and found himself in a deserted hallway. Deserted but not silent.

There were voices. Nothing to do with the Uncle daily routine.

There was this indefinable scent, something like... humus. Humus?

There were those red blots on the floor.

He drew his gun.

“Napoleon!”

His partner's voice, urgent.

He stiffened.

“Make yourself useful! Bring water for Mrs Waverly's spring geranium!”

Comments

Review

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Enjoyed the interplay, some things aren't what they look like.

Re: Review

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Spring time...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

You keep doing this, taking us in direction and then completely fool us. Love it!

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It's a season game...

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I love love love red geraniums. Imagine Illya with a potted plant :D Imagine ... oh dear, so many things I can imagine.

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

A red geranium instead of... a fig leaf? *innocent face*

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Umm yeah... and suddenly I have an inspiration for a painting :)