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Date Posted: Monday, May 02, 06:04:51pm
Author: Rita
Subject: Golden Oldies Drabble Challenge
In reply to: EllenM 's message, "The First Golden Oldies Drabble Challenge" on Wednesday, April 06, 04:57:41pm

Thanks EllenM for the trip down memory lane :)

“Sometimes I wish somebody’d make my decisions for me. Be a hell of a lot easier that way.”

He had foolishly said that, wishing for a different life. He’d gotten what he’d wished for when his newly found twin brother died and he was forced to replace him.

The boredom of his previous existence had never looked so appealing as it did after a few months in Section.

When Section’s services had no longer been needed and most everyone released, he nearly wept with relief.

Eagerly, he went back to corporate America and never again wished for someone else’s life.


She died the same way her predecessor had. In the field, trying to save an innocent. Many in the organization mourned her as, despite the nay sayers, she had proven to be an exceptionally capable and competent leader.

Kate Quinn, Nikita’s second and chosen successor vowed to carry on all that Nikita had taught her in the six years they’d worked together. Walter, still Section’s weapons guru, pledged he’d look after Kate per Nikita’s wishes.

Across the ocean, Michael rejoiced. Death meant freedom.

And just hours after he learned of Nikita’s passing a blonde woman showed up on Michael’s doorstep.


Sighing, he glanced at his wristwatch before entering the Perch. Certainly not his latest night, but late enough.

As jobs in Section went, cleaning the Perch and The Tower daily was a pretty good one. Much better than being a field or tech op, where the smallest mistake could get you canceled.

Many asked him what kind of mood should they expect from their leader that day and he curried favors for his knowledge.

The answer was simple. All he did was note how many pulverized cigarettes and crushed cigarette butts lined the ashtrays of the Perch and Operations’ residence.


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