Sherlock is clearly a man out of his time, in this brilliantly written victorian tale! This marks the end of Sherlock December Ficlets, we’ll be starting up on mydogwatson postcards series soon! [Art by sh2Jw] Until then, enjoy this teaser..
Write It On Your Heart
After a time, Holmes straightened and I handed him his whisky. We clicked our glasses together in a toast to…well, us, I suppose and drank as the clock moved closer to midnight. Before the hour struck, we both stood and walked over to the window, looking down at Baker Street below.
He began to speak. “Occasionally, I indulge in fanciful thoughts.”
“My logical Homes?” I teased gently.
“And where do your fancies take you?”
“Onto a future Baker Street, a future 221B.”
A lone carriage passed by.
“A future Holmes and Watson?” I enquired.
He nodded, smiling faintly. Sheepishly.
“Do they solve crimes?”
Holmes took a swallow of his whisky. “Well, Holmes does. Watson is his conductor of light, as always.”
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. There were no passersby on the road below. “They care for one another, just as we do,” he said in a soft voice. “But the world is very different. They do not have to hide. They have no fear. That is what I think about sometimes.” The short laugh he gave was devoid of humour. “I am clearly a man out of his time.”
I refused to allow sadness into my heart. “We know our hearts. No one can steal that from us and I refuse to live one unhappy day because of anyone else.”
“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year,”Holmes said into my ear. Then he smiled again. “Ralph Waldo Emerson.”
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Nearing the completion of Sherlock’s December Ficlets, just one more segment, and I’ve so fallen behind on these brilliant chapters! In this segment we see Sherlock as he is, a caring and loving Detective. The secret romance also continues! Amazing as always mydogwatson! Amazing art by mi_caw_beron Instagram!
A teaser to: My True Love Gave To Me..
Although I was no stranger to the darkest aspects of London, that great cesspool, due both to my time with Holmes and my role as a physician, some of the corners we visited on that Boxing Day still surprised and dismayed me. Holmes was intent on distributing the bags of coins to as many of his ‘Irregulars’ as possible. The children were huddled in rundown rooms, with no parent in sight. Or they dwelt in makeshift campsites situated on the stony strips of land under the bridges of the city.
Holmes did not patronise them or express useless pity over their situations. Instead, he gave out the coins, commented pleasantly on the weather or upon the likelihood of there being, as one cheeky lad put it, “a bloody good murder case soon.”
One of the few girls we saw was sporting a grimy pink ribbon in her tangled, filthy hair. Holmes complimented her on it and she beamed.
“Lady throwed it right down on the pavement,” she said, touching the strip of satin proudly. “Can you figger that?”
“Silly woman.” Holmes said, handing the girl a pouch.
Like every single child we saw that day, she said a careful ‘thank you.’
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