"Sneaking away on a frosty morning"~ for A Little Drabble do Ya!"

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

It was a cold morning, temperatures well below freezing.

Illya Kuryakin declined a lift to headquarters with Solo, walking instead... carrying a cardboard box with him.

A hard frost on his surroundings revived the Russian, that and memories.

Taking a circuitous route, he headed into Central Park.

Sitting on a bridge, he opened the box, revealing a pair of ice skates. He put them on, venturing down to the frozen pond, doing a tentative spin.

Like riding a bike, it came back to him along with the daydreams of a boy skating on a pond behind a little red dacha...

                                       

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is so sweet. I can almost see the smile his memories no doubt produced.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I wrote SNAPSHOT a long time ago, where Napoleon followed Illya thinking he was up to no good, but discovered he'd snuck off to ice skate. Didn't delve into the memories on that one, mostly Solo's reaction to his partner doing spins and jumps like an Olympian...

So glad you liked this one! (PS I'm still smiling from your drabble!)