The Randomness of Life Chapter 49~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 7/10

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Prompted by: Bond And Free~Robert Frost

For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.

Napoleon Solo truly believed in his endless luck. His optimism wouldn’t let him think otherwise, that was until now.

The car he’d been driving out in the middle of nowhere went careening off an embankment when he’d swerved to avoid a deer.

He woke up in pain, and complete darkness.

But Thought has shaken his ankles free.

No getting to his communicator as his arms were pinned. The only part of his body free were his feet.

“Fat lot of good that’s  going to do me.”

Wincing as he took a breath; he racked his brain for a plan of escape.  He’d always been good at that...

Back past the sun to an earthly room.

He had no idea how much time had passed, as he lost track of the sunrises and sunsets.  Thirst was driving him into an hallucinatory haze.

Every sound around him magnified; the wind, the rustling of the leaves, creature skittering past. There was a familiar noise in the sky, but distant.

To find fused in another star.

Napoleon felt himself  lifted, though his eyes were blurred and throat parched.

“Bozhe moy, I thought I had lost you...”

He awoke in a hospital bed with only broken ribs;  seeing Illya sleeping in a chair at his bedside.

Napoleon smiled; his luck was intact, and its name was Russian.

Comments

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Touching indeed.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you!