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alaylithTitle: Worry
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2016
Prompt: #13 "Nature is red in tooth and claw": Let your entry today feature an element of nature that is less than pleasant.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Holmes
WordCount: 202
Summary: Holmes watches the pouring rain, unwillig to admit that he is worried about Watson.
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Holmes ignores the feeling that gnaws at him, others might call it worry, while he stands at the window and looks out into the storm.
The rain started as a light shower, but quickly turned into a raging storm, drenching everything and everyone outside and winds howl through the streets, rattling the windows.
And Watson is still out there.
The doctor, while much recovered from his injuries and illness, is still a weak man and especially this kind of weather does him no good.
The humidity reinforces the pain in his injured limbs and with the pain the slick streets become a labyrinth of danger for every step he takes.
Holmes is just about to turn and go search for his ... whatever Watson exactly is to him, when he sees a hunched figure nearing their house.
Releasing the breath he was not aware of holding, he turns to holler at Mrs. Hudson to prepare hot tea and stokes the fire in the fireplace.
And he ignores the small voice that tingles distantly in his mind, that tries to explain to him just why he feels so relieved at hearing Watson's uneasy steps on the stairs.
Holmes does not worry after all.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2016
Prompt: #13 "Nature is red in tooth and claw": Let your entry today feature an element of nature that is less than pleasant.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Holmes
WordCount: 202
Summary: Holmes watches the pouring rain, unwillig to admit that he is worried about Watson.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Holmes ignores the feeling that gnaws at him, others might call it worry, while he stands at the window and looks out into the storm.
The rain started as a light shower, but quickly turned into a raging storm, drenching everything and everyone outside and winds howl through the streets, rattling the windows.
And Watson is still out there.
The doctor, while much recovered from his injuries and illness, is still a weak man and especially this kind of weather does him no good.
The humidity reinforces the pain in his injured limbs and with the pain the slick streets become a labyrinth of danger for every step he takes.
Holmes is just about to turn and go search for his ... whatever Watson exactly is to him, when he sees a hunched figure nearing their house.
Releasing the breath he was not aware of holding, he turns to holler at Mrs. Hudson to prepare hot tea and stokes the fire in the fireplace.
And he ignores the small voice that tingles distantly in his mind, that tries to explain to him just why he feels so relieved at hearing Watson's uneasy steps on the stairs.
Holmes does not worry after all.
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Date: 13/07/2016 16:29 (UTC)Just drop by to say i loved it.
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Date: 13/07/2016 16:43 (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/07/2016 18:17 (UTC)no subject
Date: 14/07/2016 03:45 (UTC)This beautiful piece (http://elina-elsu.deviantart.com/art/Rainy-day-at-Baker-Street-425571504) by Elina Elsu could almost be an illustration for your story.