A 221B story – 221 words with the last starting with B.
I wanted to try another because the last one was fun - this one just didn't want to be 221 words. It flowed better before it was cut down so I'll post the uncut, which is 100w longer, as chapter 2 if anyone wants to view it. Please review and tell me what you think.
Odd Habit
Living with Sherlock made you aware of his habits. The morbid habit of leaving body parts about the flat, the kitchen usually suffered this. A severed head being marginally harder to ignore than the skull. There was the habit of relaxing with his violin, with only the occasional piece termed relaxing. Earplugs were a good investment. His 'three-patch' problems necessitated an extra trip or two to the corner store but were preferable to smoke. His habit of lying indolently upon the couch for hours? That was the most benign of his routines and easily ignored.
With these habits one wonders what else would rate a mention but one could not live with Sherlock and not mention his cell phone habits. It was nothing so simple as 'text speak', or even the abrupt endings to calls, it was that the detective couldn't keep track of the phone itself necessitating the appropriation of John's own phone. Lost in thought the phone would be deposited in the oddest of places. The fridge was a frequent resting place and under the skull a close second if one was looking. On one memorable occasion it had been fished out of the toaster before breakfast. It was perhaps the most exasperating of his odd habits even if in comparison to the others that seemed a bit backwards.
Yes JFeathers, this one is a jab at your phone habits. A car's trunk isn't an appropriate place to leave a cell phone, and the fridge isn't a place for the house phone... even if I'll get a cold reception after posting this. *snickers* Jay's gonna try'n kill me if I keep posting these… (or maybe Feathers will actually post a response…)
My dear (pitifully few if the reviews are anything to go by) readers, if I never post again you know who to look for to smile guiltily and point in the direction of my buried body, or charred remains if Feathers is feeling like having smores. - 08/05/13 which Feathers does at the moment, we're on the phone - Hi Jay!.
02/14/13, 030113