Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
Jim prepared himself for what was to come. He chose his finest suit. He picked up his fanciest shoes. They were polished beautifully, and shone to his loft's lights. He nearly could see himself reflected in them, and the thought made him smile. Today he'd be gorgeous. For it was the day he'd waited for so long. The BIG DAY. The day he'd win. The Day Sherlock was meant to fall. And he'd even chosen a tall building! His fall would be double then. He'd hit the concrete and splash it all with his crimson blood. Oh it was meant to be a sight. Quite a delightful one. He'd love to be watching from the street, watching him fall...
"But I'll enjoy it the most when I see him breaking his spine from upstairs. I'll see the colourful collage of useless sheep gathering around his body, speculating, trying to fix the nameless corpse, with his blood slowly decorating the pavement and drenching his clothes. At least, until someone realises who he is. Then they'll go "Oi, it's that Sherlock Holmes fraud!" And their stupid little minds will make the connection. But there's no time for that now!" He snapped. He checked his attire, and he looked -obviously- dashing. He had a date, and he would look his best.
AN: Just thought something non-valentine related would be welcome. I stick to the weirdo counting words system here at , although back at MSWord it was a 221B and here it was a 224B!
But, from now on, I'll be believing whatever MSWord tells me. I don't know if this FFNet word-counter is reliable... Further insight would be appreciated. Reviews would, too!
Ham and Jam for all!