The Randomness of Life~Chapter 84 For A Little Drabble do ya drabble challenge on Section VII 5/28

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half-drabbles based on stanzas from a selected poem:

                       

Prompted by: It's This Way~Nazim Hikmet

I stand in the advancing light,
my hands hungry, the world beautiful.

My eyes can't get enough of the trees-
they're so hopeful, so green.

Napoleon stared out at the forest surrounding his prison. For a moment it gave him feelings of hope. He'd lost track of the time. Weeks, months...how long had he been here?

Illya was dead, and UNCLE thought he probably was too.

A despondency began to overtake him. It was time...

.

A sunny road runs through the mulberries,
I'm at the window of the prison infirmary.

I can't smell the medicines-
carnations must be blooming nearby.

He tried to hang himself using his bedsheet, but he cocked it up...guess it wasn't the right thing to do.

If his heart had been in it, he would have succeeded.

No he was still the optimist; he'd find a way out. He was on his own, and had to.

.

It's this way:
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender.

Napoleon's captors ignored him. No contact, just food. He could outlast them like Illya does...did.

"Illya." Saying it made his heart sink.

"Creeeeak..." His his cell door opened.

"You rang? " The blond Russian appeared.

"My God, I thought you were dead?"

"The rumours of my demise were highly exaggerated..."

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Just when things look the worst in pops a blond head with a smart remark ;) perfect.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hmmm yes, blond head, smart remark. Yummmm. Giggling. Thanks so much for commenting!