"The Randomness of life" chapter 64 for a Little Drabble do Ya, Wednesday Challenge on Section VII

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Prompted by: Enough~Sara Teasdale

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The same great roof of stars is dim.

Illya Kuryakin stood on the fire escape outside his window. A cold night and he could barely see the stars as the sky clouded, seeming so distant, and he wondered were they the same back.... it had been so long.

Missing Russia; he tried to shut out the city din... remembering the quiet of Moskva.

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Blow by like music over me.

It began to snow heavily,  muffling the sounds of the city.

Illya closed his eyes, pretending to be on a balcony back home, letting the flakes land on his face.

Their stings played a symphony of awareness that washed over him until a cold wind blew.

“In from your dream...”

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, very moody. Imagine the triggers that would provoke a memory for the Russian... I'll try.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think we all have those triggers, good and bad. Thanks for commenting.

[reapermum.livejournal.com]

Nice one, I can see him missing home.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you, yes this did end up being a moody piece. The picture added to this one, I think. Shuddering at the thought of snow....

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