A new project to get me through the holidays. I'm going to hit shuffle on my iPod and see where it takes me.
Title: Like a Heartbeat
Song: Tell Me Why, by Taylor Swift.
Irene Adler sat perched on the edge of an expensively upholstered stool, pen in hand. She scribbled furiously, hunched over a crisp white parchment that was laid out upon her hotel vanity. Her hair was pulled back into a casual bun, and bits of stray hair curled around her face as she muttered to herself.
"Dear Mr. Holmes," she read aloud. She didn't quite like that bit. It sounded... wrong. Irene crossed it out and selected another sheet of paper. "Dear Sherlock…" No, she thought. Too familiar. New piece of paper.
After an hour of frustration, Irene had finished writing. She sat back and held up her paper, admiring it proudly. She stood and glided over to a medium sized hat box, cooing to herself. Irene secured the letter to the gaudily flourished thing, cracking a devious smile. Selecting her hunter green coat and matching hat, she was off to Baker Street.
Sherlock Holmes rolled over, opening his eyes instantly. He had heard a knock, a small, hollow knock. Ms. Hudson was out. No one was there to answer the door.
Oh well, nothing of interest, I'll just go back to sleep, he thought, lolling lazily on his fur rug. He shut his eyes.
Three seconds later, he was standing in the downstairs foyer, glancing out the window by the front door. He saw a box. An obnoxiously blue hat box, with little flowers sewn into the top. Suspicious.
But curiosity had always been a weakness of his, and he opened the door cautiously. He glanced around. A few people walked down the side walk, but no one appeared to be the owner of this box. Sherlock snatched it into the house, slamming the door. He was stupid of him to bring a random curious box into the foyer if he didn't know what was in it, but he wasn't thinking about that now. Secured with a ribbon to the box was a small note on expensive paper. He untied the note, preparing to read it, while reaching to open the box.
The instant the lid was off, out leapt a bright orange kitten, snarling furiously. Holmes screamed and batted the thing away, snatching at the note. He recognized the handwriting as he read the short sentence written there.
I win.
I admit, I don't know why this song made me write this. But alas, my first addition to my new project is finished. Reviews are appreciated, but you already knew that.
-AT