Hello fellow writers, reviewers, and down right freaks yes Darkness drought I am talking to you and Sherlock! Really high on coffee and this popped in my head! enjoy! And if you don't…
… OH WELL!
OH yes disclaimer….
I don't own Sherlock sadly, and this is the Benedict Cumberbatch Sherlock. And I don't own him. Once more sadly. Very sadly.
Rain.
Rain and England are like tea and the queen. They just go together.
Like men and women.
Or men and men.
Or women and women.
Eating nutella out of the jar and drinking dr. pepper
And fruit in a fruit salad.
Back to the point.
I am walking the streets of London, back home to my little flat, which I share with my slightly insane, rude, annoying, bastard, bitch, pain in the rear end, flat mate. Sherlock Holmes. The worlds first consulting detective…
… I am john Watson an ex-doctor for the army…
…I am using these dots to let the information sink in for you dear reader of my mind…
… yes you are reading my mind…
Whilst explaining this to you I have been hit by a trajectory pigeon, the bloody things are every where stealing your Greggs pasty or sending you a nasty present on your shoulders, and ruining your brand new suit. I am writing this from experience.
I hit the filthy London pavement, my head throbs in pain I blank out. I wake a moment later the pigeon is now sitting on my head. I flap it away and sit up, bankers give me a dirty look and posh old women stick their noses up. They think I'm drunk.
I pick myself up. And dust of my suit, my new one. To find a large white splodge on my shoulder. Again. I quicken my pace, I am about 2 minutes away from the flat. so at the last corner I sprint as I spot mrs Hudson coming the same way. Eek! She will baby me if she finds me. She says she isn't my nanny but she is. I walk up the stairs. The room is dark, and my eyes begin to focus, I can see a man in the chair by the fire he fondles a ….
Skull?
His dark curls shadow his face, and almost white skin almost shines or glitters he reminds me of Edward Cullen… you know the vampire thing of sunrise? No its twilight, Harry was lecturing me about it yesterday.
"Hello john!" he says. I glare. How does this freak know my name?
" who are you?" I stir.
Ooooohhhh hoped you liked. Review.