A/N: In response to Ennui Enigma's challenge posted in Mrs. Hudson's Kitchen I present a 221B with a twist. On of my changes should be fairly obvious. Can you guess the other I challenged myself to?
The sky was an incredible shade of blue. The type that comes at the end of summer and autumn's beginnings. The flowers were faded and there, a late reminder of the previous season, floated a butterfly. It seemed a shame that they had to remain out under it with the denial of enjoying it, as they were viewing a body.
The remains of a dead beauty. Her murder caused when someone had repeatedly hit her and left her laying there in a complicated act of barbarity.
Sherlock stood over her, examining each clue with impeccable detail and brazenness. He rattled of the reasons and the obscure chain of events that only he could perceive, leaving everyone else baffled.
"I see once again you stand there, the simple minded idiots you have all become," he sneered boorishly.
"Sherlock," said John, "Why don't you tell us who the murderer was and stop with statements that are simply bombastic?"
Sherlock blinked. He acquiesced to John's behest.
"She was murdered to cover up an act of bigamy. Her husband transpired to make it look like a simple mugging gone horribly awry and leave others to blame. She was uninformed of her husband's choice and tragically had no idea of the coming backlash."
The others stood there wishing they had not witnessed this act of barbarity.