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Date Posted: Thursday, April 07, 05:17:02am
Author: Genevieve
Subject: Lovely idea - here's three of mine...(r)
In reply to: EllenM 's message, "The First Golden Oldies Drabble Challenge" on Wednesday, April 06, 04:57:41pm


The lights go out in Section. What happens when Section loses power?

Hovering between the realms of sleep and consciousness, she shifts in her sleep, haunted by dreams steeped in blood and death. Dreams she will not remember when she wakes.

She never knows what disturbs her, what calls her to open her eyes onto an absolute darkness. Confused, she sits up, straining in vain to see something, anything.


Darkness – thick and unnatural – engulfs the small room. She turns her head to where she knows the door is located.

There is no vaguely comforting strip of light, and she feels an instinctive flicker of panic. Something is wrong.

Section never sleeps.



Jakarta in December was stifling, the air thick with the threat of rain that never seemed to fall. Nikita thought of her snow-bound Parisian apartment and almost wept with frustration.

Their pickup of a prominent arms dealer compromised by the local militia, their profile hastily reconfigured, they could do nothing until nightfall. Hide in plain sight, Michael murmured, pulling her toward the entrance of a decaying hotel.

The room was hot and airless, but discomfort quickly fled in the face of pleasure, and she soon realised the whisper of a kiss on flushed skin could feel like a spring breeze.



Her hands tremble as she attaches the small scrambler to the phone, doing her best to ignore the sound of splashing water coming from the next room.

“I’m all for cleanliness but, uh, bathing first, I don’t know. It takes away the spontaneity.” Helmut sounds petulant and amused, the lazy desire in his voice sending a streak of despair through her.

“I’m sorry. Just one of my quirks,” she says, but her blood sings with the memory of Michael’s sweat-slicked body twisting against hers, the salty taste of his skin on her tongue.

Anna, however, likes her men to bathe.


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