"The Randomness of life" chapter 60 for a Little Drabble do Ya, Wednesday Challenge on Section VII

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Prompted by: The Sonnets To Orpheus: X ~Rainer Maria Rilke

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Or those other ones that are open wide

Napoleon reached as far as he could, trying to grab hold of Illya’s hand.

He was dangling on the edge of an Oubliette. If he fell, he’d be lost forever... there was no way out, only in.

“Hang in there,” Solo grunted.

“I am losing my grip,” Illya’s voice echoed.

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I welcome-the mouths that burst open after

Solo pulled with all his might, dragging the Russian up and over the edge. Together they lay gasping for breath.

“I thought I was surely going to die.”

“Not if I could help it chum, not today.”

They  looked at each other, bursting out laughing...a nervous release no doubt.

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in the deep calm of the human face.

Their eyes met and in that moment, no words were needed.

Napoleon had saved his friends life, and Illya would do the same for him the next time.

They were more than partners, or friends... what they had touched the soul, they were ‘skhozhiye kharaktery_kindred spirits.’ Illya had once said...

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